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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Roads Less Traveled 
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.
I don’t think I’ve ever had a response as poetic as yours. 🙂 Thanks!
Ol’ gator be scarry