A good chance he won’t make it, He’s tryin’ to cross the road; Though his shell might serve protection, A car is quite.a load. Slower than molasses, He crawls across the stone And no one’s gonna see him, They’ll hit him quite unknown. But fate paid him a visit And lead me to this task Of Ubering a turtle, Though turtles never ask. He wonders if he’s flying, How he’s left the earth, When I bend down and lift him And off the road to berth. Unlikely we will meet again In lives we’ve been bestowed; But today they intersected Upon a dusty road.