And carry my home on my back.
I could move to wherever I wanted,
Without ever needing to pack.
I think I'll return as a tortoise.
Shunning workouts would be no disgrace.
No more rushing around in a frenzy:
Simply life at a leisurely pace.
I think I'll return as a tortoise.
These creatures sure know a good thing.
They fall fast asleep in the autumn,
And don't re-emerge until spring.
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