In the boundless expanse of the cosmos so wide,

Where stars and planets do endlessly glide,

Lived a space turtle named Flingburt so wise,

Who journeyed through space with a song in his eyes.

Flingburt's voice was a wonder, a gift beyond measure,

For his melodies filled space with an endless treasure,

His chords were so powerful they created new worlds,

And his singing made all the cosmos unfurl.

One day as Flingburt swam through the stars,

He encountered Death, who seemed quite bizarre,

For Death was not what Flingburt had expected,

Instead, it was a peaceful and comforting prospect.

Death spoke to Flingburt in a gentle tone,

"Your time has come, you must now return home",

Flingburt was not afraid, he was not in despair,

For he knew his journey did not end there.

Flingburt sang a song, a song of pure joy,

For he knew that his time had come, no ploy,

He sang of all the wonders he had seen,

Of galaxies and stars, of things beyond dreams.

He sang of the friends he had made,

Of the love and laughter that had stayed,

He sang of the beauty of the cosmos,

Of the things that would forever be unknown.

As Flingburt sang, Death's grip slowly loosened,

And Flingburt's spirit rose, no longer burdened,

For he knew that death was not an end,

But simply a new beginning, a new blend.

Flingburt swam on, his journey not yet complete,

For in the afterlife, he had a new beat,

He sang of life and all its wonders,

Of the beauty that lies in the thunder.

And so Flingburt's journey went on,

Through the cosmos, he journeyed, no con,

For death was not a fearful end,

But a joyful new beginning, a friend.

And though Flingburt was no longer here,

His song still echoes, loud and clear,

For in the universe, his voice still rings,

A joyful song that forever sings.