swampy swampy swamp
swamp swamp swamp,
looking for a ham to hock
a pork to chop
a cutlet to gawk.
I've always wanted to live right above you
perched, hovered above a swampy view
with a cold chick to lay
cranky and played
swaddled still, blankets frayed.
the gods had awarded us our celestial prize
and we'd drink in those meaty skies
brawnier and more unctuous
thicker and more rambunctious
than those lighthearted Californian clouds
florescent grey with canary shrouds
cascading upon our swampy's crowds
that goosey gaggle a froggy family
a lone bitch swan, murking surly
the heron stalking us demurely.
swampy swampy swamp
swamp swamp swamp
take us back to that primordial haunt
a bouquet of blue carnations for you to flaunt
a raving, brazen, idiot savant
