Python On Path Poem by Ima Ryma

A Burmese python I got born
In the Florida Everglades,
Where native critters are forlorn,
Ending up as digested preyeds.
And so some meddling humans stuck
A GPS inside of me,
Took me twenty miles off by truck,
And let me go. How would I be?
Well, the stars I be checking out
To do my navigation roam,
Giving those humans little doubt
That I knew how to get back home.

Where I was born, I plan to stay,
Cus where there's my will, there's my way.