See ya later alligator*
Grass so green to the top of the blades
Swamp country all around in those everglades
In the thicket we see tall is the order
Salt from the ocean mixes with fresh water
Sitting lowly hugging the ground
Smiling happy face, not a frown
Short and little legs, some may say stubby
How do you get around so fast so big and chubby?
Waiting as always for a meal to come to you
Survival of the fittest as you know what to do
But many have a keen sense and tell you to see you later
No one wishes to be a close companion of you, Mister Gator
So go back into the swamp and hide to lay low
Lay on those reeds flatten them out to no longer grow
We will go the other way and once again all will be fine
Now knowing where you are and won't be a next time
Dom*Colucci © 2017
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