The swamp is deadly dank and dim
only the desperate dare venture in.
There are many paths into the mire,
which path pray tell might you desire?
Do you have an itch you wish to scratch,
the swamp has a disease to match.
If you think time is on your side
forget it, you burn from the inside.
You need to close your eyes and leap
into wickedness dark and deep.
Travel far to where the swamps seedy bars
have devoured all those pretty stars.
Is dendrophilia your game?
The swamp has a tree calling your name.