I'm sorry, Dalores,   your turtle is dead   You don't have to go to school   So just stay in bed.      We knew that you loved him   It's easy to tell   We want to make a belt buckle   Out of his shell      All the days you spent together   all the dreams you dreamt together   eating worms through stormy weather   like two birds of a feather      So tell us the answer   A yes or a no   Can we use him as a belt buckle   Or should we just go?      He's useless to you now   So give us the stiff   We'll let you wear him now and then   He'll never be missed.      All his little life and splendor   Stretched and varnished on our leather   Perhaps a ring or broach is better   Because your turtle could not be deader      I'm sorry, Dalores,   Your turtle is spent   But we've got proof and evidence   That we're innocent      AMEN! AMEN!