FRANKLIN could slide down a riverbank all by himself He could count forwards and backwards He could zip zippers and button buttons He could even sleep alone in his small dark shell But Franklin was slow Even for a turtle
Hurry up Franklin pleaded his mother Hurry up Franklin begged his father Hurry up Franklin shouted his friends I’ll be there in a minute said Franklin But there was always so much to see and so much to do Franklin was never there in just a minute
