rat on a turtle

Sitting on the porch swing,

watching dust clouds rise

Old screen door is creaking under Southern skies

Down by the creek-bed,

where the willow bends

Saw a little traveler with some funny-looking skin He was pink and

wrinkled, naked to the breeze

Just a little mole rat,

doing as he please

He wasn't in a hurry,

didn't have a care

With no Sunday dress,

and not a single hair But he had a ticket on a

slow-moving ride

Climbing on a shell with his head held high

Sitting on a box turtle,

green and old and slow Two mismatched buddies putting on a show

Oh, the naked mole rat on a turtle shell (on a turtle

shell) Moving down the road that we know so well

Life is mighty strange and a little bit sweet

Sometimes you find grace on a slow pair of feet Yeah,

we're all just riding through the dust and rain

Finding our own way to ease the pain

Lord, the townsfolk whisper,

gossiping in town

About our stubborn love and how it's running down Like that old

photograph

in my kitchen drawer But I think of that rider on his

wooden floor If a bare little creature can find his steady home

Maybe we can make it

and never feel alone

Just a pink little rider and a shell so green

Funniest durn thing that I ever seen (ever seen)