Morris & His Turtle

Long ago when he was young He was really kind of dumb But he always said, "Hello" and closed the door He made fire out of sticks And some other cleaver tricks And was basically a scintillating bore Then one day when he was ten Coming slowly 'round the bed He encountered what appeared to be a shell But when he took a second glance In his heart, he felt romance He decided he would call the turtle Mel 'Cause he found him, right on the street He was crawling, on his feet And when you find yourself a turtle And you don't know what to do The best thing is to take him home with you Why don't you play the music? Why don't you play the music? Simultaneously, they grew And together they ate soup What apparently do lessen where they're sowing Mel and Morris were a team They were perfect like a dream They succeeded in whatever they were doing Then one morning half asleep Morris got up on his feet Just to check on turtle Mel, who wasn't snoring But when he opened up the drawer Like so many times before Only this time Melvin's presence wasn't showing 'Cause he found him, right on the street He was crawling, on his feet And when you find yourself a turtle And you don't know what to do The best thing is to take him home with you Why don't you play the music? Why don't you play the music? Well, this really took some nerve Morris painfully observed And away he went to find his rebel tortoise Searching high and searching low Braving rain and fighting snow Morris covered far more ground than even Moses Then while passing through a field There was laughter that seemed real And it sounded like a party on some farm But when he looked behind his tree He was quite surprised to see Good old Melvin in somebody else's arms 'Cause he found him right on the street He was crawling on his feet And when you find yourself a turtle And you don't know what to do The best thing is to take him home with you Why don't you play the music? Why don't you play the music? Being a turt- (let's try again) Being a turt- (let's try again) Being a turtle is a drag Melvin tried to chew the rag Though by then it seemed that Morris lost his interest And two weeks later he was seen With his frank and wealthy means Who was formerly a very gorgeous princess 'Cause he found him right on the street He was crawling on his feet But when your tortoise starts complaining And he's making quite a fuss Try putting him beneath a moving bus And if you need more ideas Just ask ol' Morris