MY GENTLE TENDER FOOT AND I, SWAMP CAMP

We're home; my gentle tender foot and I,

To our Bayou, tent camp, we said goodbye,

We had an invader,

A ten foot alligator,

The alligator gave us each, the eye.

THE OLD RED CEDAR

The old red cedar stood still in the swamp,

It's roots were so gnarled the cedar couldn't romp,

But, many laurels it had earned,

For over a century it had learned,

Standing still gains more respect than if you stomp.
 

BUG BITE TOURS

I'm a Michigan tourist guide, taking people to find swampy bugs,

It's a fab, fab tour, but you must bring lunch and a couple of jugs,

One jug for bugs; they're dear,

The other for warm beer,

And never wear false hair, for little crits like to dine under rugs.