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I'm a species who's at risk. Unless you try and help me,
my species will go extinct.
And I'm, too yellow for my plastron. My throat my chin and speckles,
so yellow like the sunshine.
And I'm, too fragile for your autos, that drive fast on those paved roads,
where I go to and fro.
Ooo and I, wear a GPS logger, which tracks my movements over,
land rock and sand and water.
I'm a B-Blanding's, you know what I mean! And I bask in the sun in the summer.
But in the winter, the chilly winter, yeah! I breathe through my bum in the winter.