Thus, it was encouraging to read this morning that all is not lost in the turtle world. If a bunch of them can hold up flights at JFK, there's reason for hope!
Two favorite bits of verse by one of my heroes, Ogden Nash:
Come crown my brow with leaves of myrtle,
I know the tortoise is a turtle.
Come carve my name in stone immortal,
I know the turtoise is a tortle.
I know to my profound despair:
I bet on one to beat a hare.
And that is why I'm now a pauper,
Because of its tortly, turtly torpor.
—from The Carnival of the Animals
The turtle lives 'twixt plated decks
Which practically conceal its sex.
I think it clever of the turtle
In such a fix to be so fertile.