The Little Tortoise

Little seen and little heard
Shy boy, they say he's a cry boy
with little nerve,
dreaming big expressing none
hopes like crazy but never known.

Working hard needs no pride
quietly working through every ride,
day in day out preparing
there's no point in delaying.

Silent shiver, excitement flow
patience running very low.

Then the day he's waiting for...
Work is done, will he cry or roar?

Years and years, for this day,
destiny shall pave the way.

Heart beating loud and clear
anxiously waiting to hear
page in hand ready to unfold
will it be coal or will it be gold?

Emotions swirl and hearts do twirl...
Joy
Relief
He's done it,
He's in.
He'll be famous yet,
just wait and he'll win.