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Crocodillian feelings

Ask me about this one next time you see me..

Amongst the reeds when crocodiles are near,
There is some fear when I give up, look down,
And feel the weeds and grasses, I can see,
the possibility of crocs around.

I'll put one foot ahead, and walk along,
the water slows me down, up to my knees.
I've never heard of friendly crocodiles,
I feel them looking out, but I can't see.

It's scary thinking I could be their lunch,
I'd rather have a hundred mozzie bites,
But, it won't help if I get angry at,
these meat-eaters for doing what they'd like.

I'll do my best to outsmart all these crocs,
the snakes as well, that sneak amongst the grass,
I'll tippy-toe right past, their lizard tails,
I'll have to learn their tricks, learn to be smart.

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