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The croc had eaten that day,
they do without even a snack
for weeks on end, and in the summer
when water's warm, they float,
and frolic, swim just for the sake
of being there and having, yes, fun.
It was a scorcher of a day, and Joe,
whose job it was to get the tourists
from all those countries safely home,
had been the first to take the plunge.
And he was safe, so all did join him,
and had their swim to cool the boiling bod',
when it attacked it was all over in a blink,
they later put the guide into the local jail.
Herbert Nehrlich
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