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Looking up from the bottom of the pond
I see your foot, I see your toes
If you fear my jaws fear not, because
When you’re swimming I will do you no harm, no harm
When you’re swimming I will do you no harm
Born just a mite, like a coin I might
Seem pet-like and cute to you
I belong in the wild, not at home with a child
I need space even bigger than a zoo, than a zoo
I need space even bigger than a zoo
Chorus:
My carapace holds me in place
And serves as my backbone as well
Below, attached to my smooth, hard back
Is the plastron part of my shell
I’ll eat any food, “green frogs”, “very good”
Or a fresh-water mollusk or two
Scatter bread on the lake, but make no mistake
Out of water I am fearful of you, of you
Out of water I am fearful of you
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