THE GREAT SHELLED LIZARD IN SKEDGEMOG LAKE

The great shelled lizard in Skedgemog lake,

He's a snapping turtle they say,

The souls of swimmers and boaters he'll take,

While, on the bottom he lay,

You cannot out swim him,

Or, harm him with the longest knife,

For once that turtle sees you,

He will snap away your life,

So, rowing out beneath the moon,

Feeling safe in your little row boat,

You spot a monster swimming near,

And, a lump grows in your throat,

The monster veers towards you with open jaws,

Then, cuts in half your boat,

The monster cuts your belly with his claws,

Then, you struggle to stay afloat,

The monster comes towards you from below,

You can't see him but, you know he's there,

How to escape you do not know,

So, well thee will not fare,

Then, the brutal pain,

As he chomps upon your bones,

And, all that's on your brain,

Are your terrors, your screams, your moans,

Old Skeggy they call the creature,

The monster in Skedgemog Lake,

He is the lake's most famous feature,

Then, it's the rattlesnake yearly bake.