Lonesome George was a lonesome man
\nlived life longer than most of us can
\nbut he never had sons and he never said why
\nand he died of a broken heart.<\/p>\n
Now Lonesome George made a stop by here
\nand I asked him to sit and I bought him a beer
\nAnd I asked if he’d tell of his life and times
\nbefore he went to ground.<\/p>\n
Why were you lonesome, Lonesome George?
\nWhy did you spurn your wives?
\nOther turtles were happy to meet some girls
\nBut not you, for all of your lives.<\/p>\n
I’ll tell ya, says George, since I’m on my way
\nsince you ask like that, I’ll have my say,
\nbefore I climb down the Elephant’s tail
\nand take my place in the stack.<\/p>\n
I spent my days under island skies
\nWhere the ‘guanas perch and the booby flies
\nand the brave men come in their little brave ships
\nand they write down all that they see.<\/p>\n
They all thought I was a hundred years old,
\ngiving or taking a few
\nBut I had to laugh, cause they were off by half,
\nand I’m couple years past two!<\/p>\n
In ’35, in September it was,
\nthat I first met Charlie boy,
\nHe drew my picture and he picked me up
\nand he called me his pride and joy.<\/p>\n
Charlie became my lifelong love,
\na man’s man and all that
\nhe brought me fruit and he fed me herring
\nand he told me tales of dash and derring
\nand I walked for ages with my sage of sages
\non my beautiful Pinta beach.<\/p>\n
For five short weeks, I knew such love
\nas a great mind like his can know
\nbut the Captian hailed and the Beagle sailed
\nand my Charlie boy had to go.<\/p>\n
And ever since then I’ve talked to men
\nand to turtles near and far
\nbut I’ve never found one who could nearly ken
\nto my shining Charlie star.<\/p>\n
And I heard long on that he wrote a book
\nand he made his name ‘fore he slipped the hook
\nof this mortal carapace
\nand I’m glad he did, but I have to tell
\nthat I’d give my tail and I’d give my shell
\nfor one more measured pace
\nwith my wonderful Charlie boy.<\/p>\n
So they found me on Pinta, just across the blue
\nand they brought me over to Santa Cru
\nand they hooked me up, and they pimped me out
\nbut those girls didn’t care.<\/p>\n
What did they know of nature?
\nOnly sun and rock and sand!
\nAnd they talked a lot of loving
\nbut what did they understand?
\nBeefy face and grubby hand…
\nHa! What did they understan’?
\nNo, they never knew my Charlie
\n’cause they never talked to Man.<\/p>\n
So I’ll take my leave of living,
\nand I’ll climb down on that stack,
\nand I’ll support that Elephant
\nwith the world upon his back,<\/p>\n
and I’ll dream of seeing Charlie,
\nof talking to him once more,
\nand I’ll learn more of\u00a0Nature
\non a far and sun-lit shore.<\/p>\n
For I’ll meet him once again, I’m sure,
\nmy Charlie of great renown:
\nHis world was round,
\nbut where we’re bound,
\nit’s tortoises all the way down.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Lonesome George was a lonesome man lived life longer than most of us can but he never had sons and he never said why and he died of a broken…<\/p>\n