In the morning, soon not later,
You will meet the Lolligator.
Lurking, lumpy, like a log
Floating in the Florida bog.
If I were you, I would beware
His quiet looks the sneaky snare,
For when he yawns with teeth so wide,
He’s asking you to dine inside!
—N. Drew
(c) 2011 N. Drew
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