OUCH !! little tortoise

Ouch little tortoise

What did you do?

I’m sat in the sunshine feeding you.

You have no teeth so you can’t chew,

I’m holding out the food for you.

You don’t want the lettuce

I’m beginning to regret it.

I can see the hunger rising in you.

Then you sniff out a red grape or two.

So I sit and hold them out for you.

You stretch you neck

And tilt your head.

Beak out stretched.

Open and chomp

Open and chomp you pull it down

And come back twice.

And bite, bite, bite.

You get a finger, grape, a finger

But that third bites worse.

Your sharp beaks’ a stinger.

Ouch little tortoise what did you do?

Do you have to bite me every time I am feeding you?