Star Turtle 4

How soon I will delight

How straight and good

Scorched by vibrant core

I'll sprinkle scrapings

Upon the lapping blue

No sooner than I return

Will my fruit turn the stink into sweet

The blue into yellow and green

Time home will quicken

And time spent be saved

The dust from my duty

Will remain in my satchel

I think... forever

Now I'll return to save my race