“It wasn’t meant to be.”
A May Day Love Song:
Myrtle the Turtle
By Bill McCurdy (1958)
I fell in love – with a turtle
Whose first name – was Myrtle
And ever since – my life has took
A change of pace
It wasn’t fast – we reached that love space
We took our time – at mine or her place
And when she smiled – I had to grin
She had such grace
But then one day – she crossed the highway
Of a very busy – byway
And life moves on – my love is gone
That’s my sad case
She wasn’t killed – just got turned over
So I turned up – just in from Dover
And pushed her over – in the clover
And gave her chase
She wasn’t fast – but I was slower
Almost got hit – by a sickle mower
She disappeared – just like I feared
That dad-gum hoe-er
The Pecan Park Eagle 
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