Mr. Wood has a craving; it’s something odd you see?
In the glorious aquatic there are turtles in the Sea,

Wood he doesn’t like water, waterlogged you cannot stave,
Too hot, dry or on fire, fire burns a heart in-to ashen grave…

Mr. Wood has a craving; turtle comes out when in the Sea,
In the glorious aquatic she bathes in plankton and his seed.

Mr. Wood has a craving; it’s something odd you see?