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The Death of Andy Macgee

There once was a boy that stalked these marshlands......


He'd capture his prey
And had torturous demands....

He went by the name of  Andy Macgee....

And if you knew any better....

You'd listen to me....

Andy was a little obnoxious twit
He'd hunt our kind
With out giving a shit.....

One minute, you'd be sunning yourself on a rock
The next you'd be stuffed in his dirty sock....

Everyday, it was nonstop
With pot shots from slingshots
To dashing and dodging big splashing rocks....

His favorite pastime though, was shooting us into space
We had enough and made a plan that we'd have brighter days

He'd always climax when we exploded
So, we planned to high jack his life until he corroded

Bottle rockets and matches in his pockets
Andy was ready to play with his toys...

Deployed, to end this evil boy
We used my brother Frank as a decoy

Andy tied his victim to the missle
And aimed it at the sky...

Hoping body parts would land on any passer by

 Franks wife gave a whimper
And his kids began to cry

 It was time for this little monsters demise!

But, before he became another notch on Andys belt
He felt, the attack from the back, and let out a yelp

He lost his footing and realised his blunder
The swamp life worked together and held him under....

Until he died!!!

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