Flying Tortle Man- By The Dockettes

In a town not far away,

Lived a tortle who loved to play.

But not on land or in the sea,

This tortle soared, wild and free.

He's a flying tortle man,

With a shell like a glider's plan.

Up in the sky, he takes command,

Flying high, across the land.

With wings stretched wide, he'd take flight,

Underneath the stars at night.

People marveled at the sight,

Of this tortle taking flight.

He's a flying tortle man,

With a shell like a glider's plan.

Up in the sky, he takes command,

Flying high, across the land.

Through clouds and over hills he'd roam,

In the sky, he found his home.

With every flap of his wings so grand,

He'd soar above the promised land.

He's a flying tortle man,

With a shell like a glider's plan.

Up in the sky, he takes command,

Flying high, across the land.

So if you're feeling down and blue,

Look up high, he might pass through.

A flying tortle, quite the sight to see,

Bringing joy and wonder, soaring free.

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