Who Would Be A Turtle?

[Intro] [Verse] Who would be a turtle, who could help it? A barely mobile hard roll, a four-oared helmet, She can ill afford the chances she must take In rowing toward the grasses that she eats. [Chorus] Her track is graceless, like dragging a packing case places, Almost any slope defeats her modest hopes. Even being practical, she's often stuck, Up to the axle on her way to something edible. [Verse] With everything optimal, she skirts the ditch, Which would convert her shell into a serving dish. She lives below luck-level, never imagining Some lottery will change her load of pottery to wings. [Instrumental Interlude] [Bridge] Her only levity is patience, The sport of truly chase-end things, The sport of truly chase-end things. [Verse] Her track is graceless, like dragging a packing case places. Almost any slope defeats her modest hopes. Even being practical, she's often stuck, Up to the axle on her way to something edible. [Outro] Her only levity, is, patience. The sport of truly chase-end, things. [end] (An image of a turtle going up a slope trying to reach food.) [end]