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He ran down a crooked path, 
Across a crooked snake.
It's fangs barely missed him.
I was glad for his sake.

He drove to the bayou
For an alligator's hide.
It opened up it's mouth 
And pulled him inside.

It's rows of teeth were scarey
And the smell he could not bear.
It belched him out completely
Into the cold, moist air.

I think he learned a lesson,
To follow straight paths instead.
And avoid all alligators
And be careful where he treads.