I soon found out he was known as the swamp's heartthrob.
The ladies claimed they liked the way he chewed his meat.
They liked that he didn't dribble blood like the others, and that he was neat.
Well, as it just so happens, this alligator, Bob, one day
Striked up a conversation with me about how he eats his prey.
He asked me if I would like a demonstration as to how he chews.
So as not to be rude, I replied that sure, I had nothing to lose.
Even though I'm now quite reliant on my wooden peg,
Bob, the alligator, ate the neatest an alligator could eat a leg.