Two little turtles sitting on a log,
A log on a river in the middle of a bog.
Two little turtles waiting patiently,
And soon there would be three.
Three little turtles sitting in a bog,
Entertained by a silly little green-backed frog,
Three little turtles and soon one more,
Because then there were four.
Four little turtles and a silly little frog,
On a log in a bog that was filling with fog,
Before long another turtle would arrive,
And then there would be five.
Five little turtles sitting in the fog,
Sickly thick like a swampy smog,
Then come by a clump of passing sticks,
Soon there would be six.
Six little turtles and a silly little frog,
On a log in a bog in the foggy smog.
Six little turtles in seventh heaven,
Soon would become seven.
Seven little turtles on a sinking log,
Down a river through a bog in the smoggy fog,
Seven little turtles now that’s just great,
Now it seems there’s eight!
Eight little turtles, wait now there’s nine,
Nine little turtles sitting in a line,
Nine little turtles were sitting there when,
Soon there would be ten!
Ten little turtles swimming all around,
So taken by surprise they had almost drowned,
In to the river they had, had to take,
Because the log had sank!