It is all the same to a sea turtle

I love sea turtles. When they sleep on the beach, they look so peaceful, and they just don't care about us. My mermaid self wishes she could sleep on the beach and swim all day. This guy(or girl) slept the whole time we were at the beach, and reminded me of this poem.

you may leave the clam on the ocean’s floor.
it’s all the same to the clam.
for a hundred thousand years or more
it’s all the same to the clam.
you may bury him deep in mud and muck
or carry him round to bring you luck
or use him as a hockey puck
it’s all the same to the clam.

you may call him tim or frank or nell
it’s all the same to the clam.
or make an ashtray from its shell
it’s all the same to the clam.

you may take him riding on a train
or have him sitting in the rain.
you’ll never hear the clam complain,
it’s all the same to the clam.

yes, the world may stop or the world may spin,
it’s all the same to the clam.
the sky may come a-fallin’ in,
it’s all the same to the clam.
and man may sing his endless songs
of wronging rights and righting wrongs.
the clam just stays - and gets along
it’s all the same to the clam. -Shel Silverstien