Hello there, Mr. Alligator sir,
How good to find you in this reedy swamp.
I hear that you’re a navigator, sir;
Would you consider going for a tromp?
For there is not a person anywhere
I’d rather send to represent my heart,
Since no one has your unremitting stare,
Nor has a soul your meditative art.
My friends reside across both land and sea;
How fortunate that you can manage both.
If you would bring them love and prayers from me,
I give you, sir, my solemn honest oath
That up until the very end of time
I’ll contemplate the kindness of your deed,
And, what is more, I’ll pen a grateful rhyme
That all my friends across the world will read.
What’s that, good sir, you’ve given your assent?
I bid you, then, communicate these lines:
I pray, my friends, that you may be content,
As are, beneath the jungle’s mossy vines,
The alligators lounging on the bank,
Their hearts abuzz with understated cheer,
With scales of emerald green, and God to thank
In hymns enough to swamp the coming year!