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Okefenokee Joker

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Born way down in the Okefenokee swamp,

they say a big old alligator was his momma,

Cutting his first teeth on the Cyprus trunks,

brought there in sixty by hurricane Donna,


Okefenokee John, was not quite a Don Juan,

Although the ladies thought he was the Man.

Made a living netting shrimp, alligator hemp,

Was never a fella anyone could understand.


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John was later to become a fine guide,

Although almost cost him his own hide.

He tried to save a greener from a gator,

Proved to be a record, found out later.


One day he decided to give the job a toss,

Was not worth missing fingers, of his loss.

Although the occupation then, was worse,

Seemed he couldn't shake that gator curse.


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Down in that swamp, late in the night,

Are sounds to give us all such a fright.

Gators bellowing, as frogs all croaking,

Mosquitos buzzing, the snakes stroking.


Smart fellas, gals, to take a raincheck,

If they desire their figures not to wreck.

They say old Bobo, the swamp's critter,

Might just be a big monster, heavy hitter.


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These days, old John just prefers to sit around,

Enjoying a swamp's serenading, the only sound.

Telling a few of his Cajun jokes, going out to fish,

Frying up his shrimp recipes, each delicious dish.


If you ever happen to come down, have a stomp,

Just having some fun, maybe to have a little romp.

Don't forget the alligators rule that whole swamp,

All You may be doing is giving them a tasty chomp.


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