Under the shell
Under the shell.
cold, wet, wheezy,
with shell rot
A tiny little tortoise,
He didn't move a lot
He needed a home
so he came to us
A tiny little tortoise
who never made a fuss
He didn't have a name
He slept in a pot
A tiny little tortoise
safe by his basking spot
He slept away the hours
Hated all his showers
A tiny little tortoise
Wouldn't eat the flowers
He hasn't grown much
I hope he will be fine
A tiny little tortoise,
is a burst of sunshine
A warning to the wicked
A warning to the fool
who smuggles gods creatures
you don't care at all
They hang onto life
by a single thread
Tiny little tortoises
all could be dead
What do they feel
No one can tell
A tiny little Tortoise
Under his shell
Cruel to the Tortoise
for profit you go
selfish as they come
I hope you reap what you sow
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Horsfields, Spur Thighed, & Marginata
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