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Damon the caiman

Lived in a swamp.

His food he obtained

With a lunge and a chomp.

Nothing escaped

From this terrible beast,

From meals large as frogs

Down to meals small as yeast.

Oh, Damon, you caiman,

Why are you so mean?

Is it due to your stomach,

Or maybe your spleen?

“It’s both. It’s my nature,”

The reptile replies.

“I eat what I see,

What I see with my eyes.

“You see,” he says further,

“That’s the way of the caiman.

It’s Nature, it’s nurture.

Don’t me be a-blamin’!”

“Just what is a caiman?”

You probably wonder.

I should have said sooner.

I fear I did blunder.

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