David Hines (hradzka) wrote,
David Hines
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APED: "deinosuchus"

I seem to be doing a lot of song lyrics, lately.

In the deep muddy water of the old Mississippi,
by the wrecks of the steamboats,
if you look, you might find
there's an old monster sleeping
where the mud is the deepest
he's an old Deinosuchus, the last of his kind.

The greatest of all of the world's crocodilians,
the size of a bus,
with a skull six feet long,
he's been in the river
since before mortal memory.
He once killed a T-rex. His bite was that strong.

But he ain't bit at nothin' since he can remember.
He's stayed on the bottom and watched things go by.
He's not feelin' hungry. He's not feelin' nothin'.
Think all you want. You can't do till you try.

The canoes of the Indians went by unbothered.
The skiffs of the white man
passed by overhead.
he saw the great riverboats
the old paddle-wheelers.
He thought about biting, but just lay there instead.

Every so often, he thinks about movin'.
He'd take on St. Louis,
and havoc he'd wreak.
But havoc takes effort,
it's just too much bother.
When you're old and you're tired,
you just want to sleep.

And he ain't bit at nothin' since he can remember.
He's stayed on the bottom and watched things go by.
He's not feelin' hungry. He's not feelin' nothin'.
Think all you want. You can't do till you try.
Tags: a poem every day
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