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In the depths of the marshes they dwell.
They are used to the mud and the smell.
Threaten them and they’ll bite;
They’ll all put up a fight –
Drain the swamp? They will scream: “Go to Hell!”

For the swamp’s a pristine habitat
For the ‘gator and the water-rat,
And the eel and the snake;
They are all on the take,
So they take and they take and grow fat.

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