The souls of innocents he take,
He feeds on flesh and never cake,
Old Skeggy the monster in Skedgemog Lake,
He's a giant turtle; so spins the yarn,
A giant snapper bigger than a barn,
His tail is as long,
As a ride at the carn,
He slurps down rattle snakes like spaghetti,
And, fishermen too,
Though many have seen him,
Survivors are few,
So, come on up to Michigan,
To Skegemog Lake,
Just to see if Old Skeggy,
Is real or a fake,
But, do not believe,
Those who scoff in scoff tone,
Or, Old Skeggey might eat you,
From skin to the bone.