In the hospital’s cold and sterile air,
I felt a trembling, a gripping despair.
I ‘member bein’ scared in that cold place,
you brought a Turtle, with a smilin’ face.
I got to name her, oh, what fun,
She was mine, to bring home

At night, she’d sing, a lullaby so dear,
Made me feel safe, kept away my fear.
I longed for her so took her every place,
She was more than just a toy to me,
Turtle Wurtle, my friend, as real as can be.
To hold her close, in my embrace.

Her green plush fur, all soft and nice,
With ruffles and a bonnet, patchwork spice.
Turtle Wurtle, with her eyes so bright,
Big, round eyes, and a twisty key,
Played Brahms’ song, just for me.
Brought me warmth in the darkest night.

I’d smile so when I could take her ’round,
got so mad if she stayed home from town.
Her song endured each twist and turn,
I’d cry so hard when you took her away,
For things I’d done wrong, I couldn’t play.
for plush and patchwork, I would yearn.

The dog, in his playful spree,
Reduced her to a woeful misery.
She wasn’t as bright as she used to be,
Still, I wanted her, as she was mine,
Turtle Wurtle, her song divine.
Sometimes would have to unwind, see.

One night, I wound her up real tight,
and her lullaby stopped and didn’t feel right.
Still, loved, and held close through the years,
she had a place, in my little space,
Hugged her close, she made me feel safe.
Through sorrow, tantrums, and tears.

Then the dog, oh, he did it again,
Turtle Wurtle beyond what could mend.
though weathered, silent, and worn,
I still wanted her, beautiful, all the same,
She wasn’t just a toy, she had her own name.
Like me, tattered, silent, and torn,

one day, in a moment of haste,
Daddy disposed of her in the waste.
Daddy said she was dirty, threw her away,
He promised a new one, but it won’t be true,
Turtle Wurtle was special, through and through.
I cried then, still to this day, wish I could play.

She has her own spirit, you see,
She is more than just a toy to me.
Turtle Wurtle, with ruffles so fine,
Turtle Wurtle, now gone from sight,
In heart, she’ll shine forever bright.
a spirit that destruction can not define.

In memories, she will forever thrive,
In the heart of a child, eternally survive.
Though discarded, in memory melodies fill,
of a musical turtle, of what is gentle and kind,
Whose soothing lullaby brought peace of mind.
In this child’s heart, she lingers still.