In the shade of the palms, burrowed into the sand,
Lived a tortoise I knew who lived off the land
On the beach by the sea in a hole by a tree
That I painted in his company.
"That trunk is too big and those browns are too tan,"
Said the tortoise to me with scorn and demand.
"A picture of me would be better indeed,
In my hole on this beach by the sea.
So I painted his portrait and made him look grand,
Then traded the painting for his plot of sand.
"Great art depends on your subject, you see?
Goodbye and good luck with the tree."
I painted the tortoise again with a man
On the beach by the sea in a hole in the sand.
And covering me was the shade of a tree
By my home by my hand by the sea.
Lived a tortoise I knew who lived off the land
On the beach by the sea in a hole by a tree
That I painted in his company.
"That trunk is too big and those browns are too tan,"
Said the tortoise to me with scorn and demand.
"A picture of me would be better indeed,
In my hole on this beach by the sea.
So I painted his portrait and made him look grand,
Then traded the painting for his plot of sand.
"Great art depends on your subject, you see?
Goodbye and good luck with the tree."
I painted the tortoise again with a man
On the beach by the sea in a hole in the sand.
And covering me was the shade of a tree
By my home by my hand by the sea.
