Gator

Ol’ gator he be crawlin’

Down to de river ag-in

Black water, silver moonrise

Shines on dat toothy grin

 

Now if you’ve a mind to walkin’

Near dat swamp at night

You’d be best to keep an eye out

Fo’ dat Gator’s mighty bite

 

Dat big bull is a mean one

You’d best to listen hee-ah

He hides back up them swamp holes

So don’ yo’ dare go nee-ah

 

Some folks say he’s an old one

Dat big ol’ black reptile

Some say he lures dem deer in

Wit dat big ol’ happy smile

 

Dey say he’s livin’ out they-ah now

Nigh on a hun’red ye-ahs

Dey say he’s eat some cattle

So keep yo’ chillens ne-ah

 

I say it must get lonely

To be the bog’s great King

To know we humans fear him

Jus’ like every livin’ thing

 

Ol’ Gator he be crawlin’

Down to de river ag-in

Black water, silver moonrise

Shines on dat toothy grin

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3 Responses to Gator

  1. dtdeedge says:

    alas,
    for no one ever promised
    fulfillment in the monarch’s life.
    poor old brute,
    although I do not think I shall whisper that
    into his toothy face.

  2. Jonathan says:

    I don’t think I’ve ever had a response as poetic as yours. 🙂 Thanks!

  3. Lisa says:

    Ol’ gator be scarry

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