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There is a peculiar snake, / You might almost call it squatter, / It loves to dive in pond or lake, / At home on either land or water.
But it excited my good dog / To see small snakes bask in the sun, / Enjoying themselves on a big log, / Near into where the water run.
But their mother she was watching / Her numerous brood on the log, / She thought to them was danger hatching, / When she beheld myself and dog.
For she gave a hissing sound, / All her offspring to awake, / She ope'd her mouth and at a bound, / Down her throat did rush each snake.
I scarcely my own eyes could trust, / To see those small snakes disappear, / I really thought that she would burst, / For the sake of her offspring dear.
But I soon hid among the brakes, / To view the young ones leave their prison, / Will you believe this tale of snakes, / If I did count right just four dozen.