The chorus hums an invitation to legendary pleasure. Natives make music with bamboo sticks, sea shells, stones and a happy spirit. They regale the air with the style and motif of sun-drenched horizons and supernatural ceremony. The patter of the Pacific surrounds the chorus as they give voice to the lyrics of this familiar song. The musical setting is new, langorous.
Turtles grow large, move slowly.
The melody tells the story of a turtle and a rickshaw. It is no race. Tourist meets native. It is a curious sight. The chorus sings again.