Bulging eyes and bumpy nostrils
Stubby legs and crunching tooth
Above the surface, over the water
Gator the masher, paddled her way

That Bayou Life
 
     Chunks of wood and floating cans  
     Bigger rocks and bottle trashes
     Wider her mouth, easier to grind
     Gator the masher. silently forward

Biting power of garbage masher
Once been loved by nearby people
By knocking the cans and tearing the bags
Gator the masher, captive forever