Travis the Tutle
by: Nikolai

A turtle wandered into the street;
I thought for sure he'd end up dead meat,
With all the cars zipping quickly by;
I hoped that this turtle would not die.

I stopped my car and asked him inside;
He seemed to apreciate the ride.
I took him from point A to point B;
At a nearby creek I set him free.

Well, Travis the Turtle was his name;
And his shell was spotted red, like flame.
His skin was mottled green and bumby,
And his legs were quite short and stumpy.

He was a box turtle from the East,
Upon bugs and clover he did feast.
He had some mighty powerful jaws,
It seemed to me that he had no flaws.

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