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    In a small pond up north,
    On the outskirts of town,
    Lived three bashful turtles
    With their turtleheads down.

    They were sad and depressed,
    For none of them had wives.
    They had no one to live with
    In their cold and clammy lives.

    Not a single soul to talk to,
    Nor a spirit, or the likes.
    They had not even a turtle spouse
    To help them ride their bikes.

    So the turtles thought and pondered,
    And they came up with a plan.
    They would all go out and find some wives
    To kindly take their hand.

    So the turtles promptly left,
    And they walked for days and days,
    And they walked for nearly months and years,
    But never lost their way.

    When it seemed all hope was lost,
    They gazed upon a log.
    It sat upon a lonesome hill,
    Which reeked of dusty smog.

    Upon the log was something,
    A thing of subtle grace.
    Upon the log, a turtle sat
    With a smile on her face.

    The turtles three were happy.
    Their hearts were filled with joy,
    But what they showed was shyness.
    The turtles were merely coy.

    It was too late to stop them.
    They could not go back home.
    So they proudly raised their voices,
    And spoke, each one alone.

    Said the first of the three,
    "Mrs. Turtle, up there,
    You have such a nice body
    And you have such fine hair."

    "Won't you come down to see me?
    Oh, please, won't you dear?"
    But the young turtle girl
    Wouldn't lend him her ear.

    Said the next of the three,
    "Mrs. Turtle up there,
    If you come down to see me,
    I will take you anywhere."

    "I will give you many gifts.
    I will give you quite a lot."
    But the young turtle girl
    Stopped him right on the spot.

    Said the last of the three,
    "Mrs. Turtle, up there,
    I like you quite dearly."
    And he just sat and stared.

    He stared at Mrs. Turtle,
    And he said nothing more,
    And the young turtle girl,
    Her heart felt very sore.

    He did not try to swoon her
    With compliments or things.
    Just the words spoken to her
    Had exchanged the rings.

    So the third turtle married
    In his pond north from there.
    He had twenty-two children,
    And he gave them his care.

    When they asked of his marriage,
    He had only this to say:
    "Be yourself, and then, maybe
    You will find love one day."

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