AFTER THE PARADE

After the parade when the sparklers all fade,

And the tourists go home to their shacks,

Then around the campfire sits a marshmallow choir,

Singing songs of the lake monster's attacks,

Among the people up here, the lake monster they fear,

More than sharp points on some deadly dear racks,

And when that monster comes near the roar that you hear,

Will sound like ten thousand duck quacks,

But, alas the monster has never been clearly seen,

Some say he's brown, some say he's green,

Some say he's a fish with monstrous gills,

Some say he's a porcupine with carnivorous quills,

Of course, all I'm saying is the monster is mean,

All I'm saying is he eats meat and never soybean,

All I'm saying is stay away from the water at night,

For dark is his domain and may ours be filled with light.