The Alligator
move my tail side to side.
Through the water I slowly slide.
My four feet moving, I count on surprise,
under the surface except my nose, ears and eyes.
A quick move, I got my prey
a careless critter, who should have been quicker to say “See you later,
you hungry alligator.”
AAHHH yum yum yum.
Down in the swamp in my ‘gator hole,
when the swamp gets dry, it’s where all the critters go. I don’t move much and I might look slow,
but I can be fast, don’t be the last to know.
A quick move, I got my prey.
With a snap of a tail I spin,
twisting off a chunk or a limb.
I do it over and over until I’ve done it in, AAHHH yum yum yum.
Watch out! Here comes the poacher man. He’ll catch me and kill me if he can.
He wants my tail or maybe my skin.
He’s looking for me, and I’m looking out for him. (Hey, alligator, come here. I won’t hurt you.)
With her mouth, feet, and tail
a mama ‘gator makes her nest,
pushing sticks, carrying grass to a pile of mess. She hangs around with maternal interest.
To keep your distance she will strongly suggest.
With a quick move, she protects her eggs.
And all the egg eaters
better know how to treat her
because if they get too close,
it’ll be them that feed her.
AAHHH yum yum yum.