Little voice crying
The tortoise is dead
Oh no
There won't have been any pain
The words of comfort try too explain
Tell you what
A nice little box I've got
We can put Tommy inside
A hole in the garden
Under earth he can hide
I'll make up a song to sing
Poor tortoise dead and gone
Left me here to sing his song
Pretty little tortoise with a shell stuck on
Poor tortoise dead and gone
I've just checked on Tommy
Good news
Not dead but sleeping
I explain
The funeral cancelled
I'm met with disappointment
Then these words do I hear
"Shall we **** him?"
Stolen song from the Doors.
Based on a true story my mother used to tell, when she worked in a children's home.