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?"