I am a little turtle,
A baby from the sea,
I have tiny flippers,
And I am black and green.

I hatched on Sipadan,
Inside the hatchery.
I listened to Franck's horn,
Inside my nursery.

When I was free to swim,
Towards the setting sun,
Little did I think then,
I would have to run.

Away from a Frenchman,
Bent on fondling me,
Come here little turtle,
He shouted out to sea!

I swam, I dived and slept,
And all that I could hear,
Was a saxophone tune,
Whispering in my ear!

I know he does love me,
All Frenchmen are like that,
What does he want to do,
With me inside his hut?

My mother told me tales,
Of swimming in the deep,
When up beside her shell,
A French diver would creep.

She never knew his name,
Or saw his wetsuit cling,
But whatever it was,
She knew a naughty thing,

Had happened to her well,
Being. And that was sin,
Full. Enough. She swam away,
And became a terrapin!