The swamp of the dead
was such a dread
because you might hit your head
on a thread
of the branch of the airhead
so we fled
through the swamp of the dead
until we got to a clearing.
There was nothing to be fearing
in the clearing
oh look an earing.
We must be imagining
what we are seeing
the feeling
of pursrvering
the clearing.
We are running
we think we are cunning
Until we meet Big foot!
He is ugly
and fuzzy
cuz he
didn't take a shower
in the last 2 million years!
