In the Swamp

In the swamp the raccoons romp

And gators ply the waters.

Wild boars snuff and strut their stuff

And eat their sons and daughters.

 

Take a ride but stay inside

The boat, both feet and fingers

Or else your zeal provides a meal

(And teeth hurt more than stingers!).

 

On the boat, when gators float,

The captain calls them closer

With marshmallows tossed at little cost

Or meat that’s raw (much grosser!).

 

The gators know this little show

Provides a snack quite tasty,

So use their tail to some avail,

Their movements smooth but hasty.

 

The swamp’s a place I’d hate to face

On any daily basis,

Yet to its beasts it’s never ceased

To be a true oasis.