turning turtle

turning turtle? what exactly does that mean?

it means my whole world goes flippity-flop like a turtle on its back. and i don't know my up from my down

my east from my west

my topsy from my bottomsy!

if you ring with something broken on a thursday

i'll make new

with my glue

pins and thread

what you bring - when i've awoken - on a friday

i will mend and then spend the day in bed

children

satur

sun and mondays are just everything is fun days

but in the second week

i wear a frown

for

i know that after tuesday comes the topsy get's bad news day

it's the dreaded second wednesday

when from 9 to noon

my life turns upside down

fast is slow

low is high

stop is go and that is why

every second wednesday is a hurdle

from 8 to 9

all is well

then i roll over on my shell

and all because the world is turning turtle

day is night

dog is cat

black is white

thin is fat

that is why i'm loosening up my girdle

i cannot help this charming troop

don't mock me

'cause i'm in the soup

and why? because the world is turning turtle

oh

woe is me

i'm as opposite as i can be

i long for thursdays when the world is drab

when will it cease? now my life resembles war and peace

that tolstoy certainly had the gift of gab

i couldn't get through it!

bottom's top

yin is yang

peace and quiet's sturm und drang

tuesday nights

my blood begins to curdle

east is west

in is out

and that is why i need to shout

oh no!" the world is turning turtle