One of my favorite poets (besides that other Big Bad Bald Bastard, aka the Scallop-Skulled Skald) is Ogden Nash. Mr. Nash was blissfully unaware of the truth when he wrote his poem The Turtle:
The turtle lives 'twixt plated decks
Which practically conceal its sex.
I think it clever of the turtle
In such a fix to be so fertile.
Oh, Ogden, Ogden, Ogden, if only you had known the shocking facts about