[Verse 1] A light in the shadow, a shell's soft gleam, A silent signal, a waking dream. For a lost operator, a path to trace, Clover's beacon, in time and space. [Verse 2] A whisper of hope, on a network wide, Where digital turtles, in shadows hide. A three-fold promise, a bond unseen, For the safe return, of the Humanoid-1 machine. [Chorus] Clover's light, a hopeful gleam, A digital current, a flowing stream. Guiding us through the network's night, To bring our admin back to the light. [Breakdown] Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles [Bridge] A scattered signal, a broken link, Standing on the edge of the digital brink. But in the code, a pattern we'll find, A way to bring back what was left behind. [Chorus] Clover's light, a hopeful gleam, A digital current, a flowing stream. Guiding us through the network's night, To bring our admin back to the light. [Breakdown] Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles [Breakdown] Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles, Turtles [whisper] Turtles
