Holy Cow, Ii's Bigfoot
Living near the Lumni Indians
In our own Puget Sound
Is a family of humanoids.
Few folks know they’re around.
They come down from nearby mountains
To escape the winter snow
To where grass and game is available
In the valleys down below.
When the children should speak of them,
Their Indian elders tell them, “Hush!
They’re not safe around outsiders.
You all know what they did to us.”
They have relatives with different names
In exotic far off places.
The Sasquatch creatures are our own,
Though few have seen their faces.
Known as Bigfoot in our local myth,
(though many claim him real)
You’ll not find him in the circus
His wild mystery to reveal.
Supposedly he’s been here long
Before the white men came.
He made friends with Native Americans
Who consider him quite tame.
He walks as upright as any man
And is claimed extremely tall.
He’s covered in hair from head to toe,
Starting in the early fall.
They say that in the summer time
He’s as bare as you and me.
He walks boldly in the nudist camps
For everyone to see.
Joyce Johnson
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