Swimming, slipping, swishing cleaves
streams of steam amoung stemless leafs
skirting snakes and fangs and coils
billowing up as marsh mud boils
can you guess what am i?
favorate food of those fast and sly
green now brown and camouflage
some say in throats i do lodge
im small and big, bumpy or smooth
with a hop and a croak, i do ruse
