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470 Ballads and Songs of Michigan
2 I had not sailed far on the sea Nor very far on the ocean, Before I saw some great big thing Put this whole thing in motion.
3 When I sailed up to this big thing, I found 'twas a crocodile;
From the tip of his head to the tip of his tail 'Twas just a thousand mile.
4 Then there came up a gale of wind, 'Twas blowing from the south.
It took me out of that tall tree Right into that crocodile's mouth.
5 The crocodile closed his jaws on me, And he thought he had his victim,
But I walked straight down his throat, you see, And that's the way I tricked him.
6 I traveled on for a mile or two, Of victuals I found a plenty;
And there I lived three years or more, Very well contented.
7 And now this crocodile grew very old, Of this and that he died.
He was six months a-getting cold, He was so long and wide.
8 His hide was six miles thick, I'm sure, Or somewheres thereabout,
For I was fourteen months or more Makin' a little hole to get out. |
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