The Pond

The Willow Creek pond,

Is where evil things play,

Gnats and mosquitoes,

And bats lie that way.


And under a moldy,

Rotten old log,

Is a large, green, slimy,

Blob of a frog.


There’s termites and algae,

There’s spiders galore,

And huge, hairy rats have,

Been seen there before.


Insects and creatures,

Of all different sorts,

And strange looking crawlies

With feelers and warts.


There’s lizards and snakes

And a moss-covered tree,

It’s all very creepy,

Wanna go there with me?