The Alligator’s Swamp Jungle Ball

It was winter in the jungle,
It was winter in the swamp,
And the alligator was all a-glum.
The dreary days depressing,
The gator was regressing,
Yes, the gator was all a-glum.

The gator all depressed,
The gator all repressed,
Decided to be the one to lift the pall.
So he shook away the slime,
Out the swamp himself did climb,
And resounded with a rascally call.

It is about the time, my friends,
It is about the time, my friends,
To break down this awful winter wall.
So today I do announce,
So today I do pronounce,
The Alligator’s Swamp Jungle Ball.

And the drummers were a drummin’,
And the singers were a hummin’,
For the Alligator’s Swamp Jungle Ball.

And so they did come,
And so they did come,
Fat and skinny, wide and narrow, short and tall.
With fur, fin and feather,
They braved the winter weather
For the Alligator’s Swamp Jungle Ball.

And oh, they did dance!

They danced the Raccoon Rap.
The Chihuahua Cha-cha.
The Rattlesnake Stomp.
The Crocodile Rock.
The Walrus Waltz.
And the Python Pirouette.

And the drummers were a drummin’,
And the singers were a hummin’,
For the Alligator’s Swamp Jungle Ball.

They danced the Turtle Twist.
The Blackbird Boogie.
The Lizard Jerk.
The Swamp Zombie Samba.
The Monkey Minuet.
The Hippo Hat Dance.

And the drummers were a drummin’,
And the singers were a hummin’,
For the Alligator’s Swamp Jungle Ball.

They danced the Owl Macarena.
The Tango of the Tiger.
The Anteater’s Electric Slide.
The Cancan of the Toucan.
The Salsa of the Llama.
And the Pachyderms’ Conga Line.

And the drummers were a drummin’,
And the singers were a hummin’,
For the Alligator’s Swamp Jungle Ball.

They danced upon the lawn,
They danced until the dawn,
At the Alligator’s Swamp Jungle Ball,
Yes, they danced,
At the Alligator’s Swamp Jungle Ball.

(Poet’s note: This was done for the High Calling Blogs’ Bi-Monthly RAP, or Random Act of Poetry, in which we were challenged to write a poem about an animal, a party and a setting.) (I got carried away.)