The Legend Of the Gregedand

When’em farmsteads took the Plain
And drank a round a hope
The green boys heard the terr’ble reign
Of the pestilent Jackalope.

But here’s a better tale
Whispered from the Rio Grande
Whose vexin’ the Swampy fail
Called a prolific Gregedand.

The critter’s’ just been found
A buck-tooth smilin’ beaver
With a rack a longhorns for a crown
That’ll surely suture a cleaver.

“I’m closing down Eagle Pass
And double the depth of this moat.
I’ve got them buoys, best-in-class,
And lined containers from a boat.”

And when he nearly stopped the route
He put down razor wire.
But the black robed owls gave a hoot,
So the gators crawled from their mire.

With callous grins and bandsaw teeth
They broke the barricade,
“This land, to you, we bequeath.”
And the rattlesnakes made their stay.

But good’ol Gregedand kept on workin’
Placing down the coil,
“They have their cries, but I’m’a shirkin’
And my dam will be their foil.”

And when the crocs came round once more
To enforce their false inflection,
You better see what’s in store
When you mess with a hearty Texan.

-Michael Riparia