In the Swamp

In the swamp the raccoons romp And gators ply the waters. Wild boars snuff and strut their stuff And eat their sons and daughters. Take a ride but stay inside The boat, both feet and fingers Or else your zeal provides a meal (And teeth hurt more than stingers!). On the boat, when gators float, The captain calls them closer With marshmallows tossed at little cost Or meat that’s raw (much grosser!). The gators know this little show Provides a snack quite tasty, So use their tail to some avail, Their movements smooth but hasty. The swamp’s a place I’d hate to face On any daily basis, Yet to its beasts it’s never ceased To be a true oasis.