Go romp, romping in the swamp Go romp, romp, romp romp
Go romp, romping in the swamp Go romp, romp, romp romp

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Go romp in the swamp! Go squish, not stomp!
Wear pants and shoes!
You’d better get set to get a little wet
and to use some bug juice.

Walk right in; life abounds.
Shut your mouth and listen to the sounds.
eepp, eepp, quack, quack
cattails bouncing off your back.

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Watch where you walk, don’t step on a nest.
Thick green grass many mamas like best.
Little muskrats, baby northern pike,
swamps are what those mamas like.

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I wouldn’t go there with my bathing suit on.
Mosquitoes so bad it wouldn’t take long.
They’d light and bite. You wouldn’t have a chance.
They’d make you do the mosquito dance.
One, two , three, four, I can’t stand it anymore!

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Oh, Webber McMallard
knew migrating time had come.
He was looking for a hen,
and winter was nearly done, it was nearly done.
Now a hen they called Maude
thought Webber looked O.K
She said, “Fly by my side
if you’ re heading my way,
if you’re heading my way”

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So they took off together with their common goal,
heading for the Great Plains and the Prarie Potholes

In a farmer’s field they found
their honeymoon spot.
It was shallow and small
and they liked it a lot, well, they liked it a lot.

To the deeper pot holes
they’d fly from time to time
to get a good bath and where the eating was fine,
where the eating was fine.

They spent their time together with their common goal,
out on the Great Plains and the Prarie Potholes

Oh, Maude made a nest
in a fence line nearby,
and each day she left a new egg there,
then back to Webber she’d fly, back to Webber she’d fly.

And when twelve eggs were laid,
Maude said, “Well, It’s time to sit,
to keep my eggs warm” and Webber said, “Well, I guess that’s it.”
and the Ol’ Mallard split.

they had spent their time together with their common goal,
out on the Great Plains and the Prarie Pothole.

Maude sat on those eggs
for twenty-six days,
hoping that the dogs and the fox and the raccoons stayed away,
that they all stayed away.

And when the little ducklings
cracked out of those eggs,
Maude took ’em to the deeper pothole
on their little legs, on their little legs.

They waddled off together with their common goal,
across the Great Plains to the Prarie Pothole.

So, if you’re in the “Duck”otas
or somewhere nearby
if it’s spring you might see
the McMallards flying by, flying by.
In a dip in a field
where a little water collects
The McMallards will mate
as the sunset reflects, as the sunset reflects

they will spend their time together with their common goal
out on the Great Plains and the Prarie Pothole.

I move my tail side to side.
Through the water I slowly slide.
My four feet moving, count on surprise,
under the surface except my nose, ears and eyes.

A quick move, I got my prey
a careless critter, it should have been quicker
to say “See you later,
you hungry alligator.”
AAHHH yum yum yum.

Down in the swamp in my ‘gator hole,
the swamp gets dry, it’s where all the critters go.
I don’t move much and I might look slow,
but I can be fast, don’t be the last to know.

A quick move, I got my prey.
With a snap of a tail I spin,
twisting off a chunk or a limb.
I do it over and over until I’ve done it in,
AAHHH yum yum yum.

Watch out! Here comes the poacher man.
He’ll catch me and kill me if he can.
He wants my tail or maybe my skin.
He’s looking for me, and I’m looking out for him.
(Hey, alligator, come here. I won’t hurt you.)

With her mouth, feet, and tail
a mama ‘gator makes her nest,
pushing sticks, carrying grass to a pile of mess.
She hangs around with maternal interest.
To keep your distance the Mom will strongly suggest.
(She'll go....hisssssss)

With a quick move, she protects her eggs.
And all the egg eaters
better know how to treat her
they get too close,
it’ll be them that feed her.
AAHHH yum yum yum.

I move my tail side to side.
Through the water I slowly slide.
My four feet moving, count on surprise,
under the surface except my nose,
so I can breathe
my ears
so I can hear
my eyes
so I can
see you later
I'm the alligator.........
in a while crocodile
mañana iguana

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Do the Dragonfly, Do the Dragonfly
To do the dragonfly you’ve got to have 60,000 eyes.
And, man, you’ve got to fly
to catch those insects you devour
up to 30 miles an hour.
(That’s fast !)

Your six legs hang,
ready and bent just right.
Like a basket under you
they’ll catch your prey in full flight.
I got you, you mosquito!
got you, you bluebottle fly!
got you, you big bumblebee!
and I’ll eat you while I fly.
Do the dragonfly, Do the dragonfly

dragonflies lay eggs in the water
eggs hatch out comes sons and daughters
they live in the water for four or five years
at the end of life they appear
above the water, they grow wings and fly
eat bugs, mate, lay eggs and die
paleontologists figure
there was never an insect bigger.
Oh, yes, they have the fossils
to prove it was colossal.
with a two and a half foot wingspan
You wouldn’t want it flying ’round you, man.

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On your thin neck,
your head moves all around
to see your prey up ahead
and your predators diving down.
Watch out for the green heron!
Watch out for the blue jay!
Watch out for the big bullfrog!
or you’ll be their meal today.

Do the Dragonfly, Do the Dragonfly

Through the grass I slowly slide,
to a great big stone
the sun is shining I am warm
and I hope I’m left alone
I need the sun’s heat to warm my blood
like each and every reptile.
I only hunt things smaller than me,
but still some people get riled.

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Some people try to hurt me.
I don’t know what evil they see.

With scalelike plates on my belly,
I can move ahead.
But when I move fast, or through the water,
I use my s-shaped wiggle instead.
My forked tongue darts in and out
collecting molecules.
It tells me what’s going on,
but some people are fooled.

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My teeth curve in so what I catch
can not escape my bite.
One side of my jaw pulls my catch in
while the other side holds it tight.
My jaws unhinge and swing wide open
as I swallow my prey.
I eat to live like all animals.
But some people don’t see it that way

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When I lie out on the road,
people swerve to squish me.
With all the rats and mice I eat,
Aww, why not let me be?
I can not jump or roll like a hoop,
and my skin is smooth and dry (not slimy).
I bite people only when I’m scared
so I don’t know why.

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Mr. Muskrat moves across the mud.
His tail leaves a trail that leaves no doubt of
who’s been waddling where.
With his dark brown or greyish hair.
Munching on cattail roots, weeds and grass
he might make a pile so his supply lasts.

In a marsh, he builds a hut.
In streams, he digs holes.
He makes more than one;
it gives him places to go.

It doesn’t matter how he feels.
If he hangs around he becomes a meal.
It might be a fox, or maybe a mink,
an otter, an owl,
why aren’t muskrats extinct?!

Because babies, lots of babies –
three or four litters a year
Babies, muskrat babies.
The reason for survival is clear.

But when the population gets high
the mood gets low.
They get mean and nasty
don’t let the little ones grow.
It’s brutal population control.
Even disease will take its toll.

Only so many muskrats
in one place can live.
There’s only so much food
a watery spot can give.

In winter, life’s tough.
In spring, they love and fight.
In summer, they take it easy.
In fall, they make their homes tight.
Swimming through the struggle and strife,
each day living that muskrat life.

Mrs. Mosquito she s been fIying all day
looking for blood for the eggs she will lay,
Eggs she will lay. she’s hungry all day,
eggs she will lay. What do mosquitoes say ?

She spots the nose of an otter
and then zeros in,
but a fish catches her
as the otter eats him.

Oh, where the tall grass bends and the swamp trees stand,
it’s the food and the shelter of the wild wetlands,
the wild wetlands, the wild wetlands, the wild wetlands.

There sits an owl. He’s been sleeping all day.
He waits for the night then he hunts his prey
He hunts his prey, hunts the night away,
hunts his prey. What does the owl say ?

With thick wide wings, he silently flies,
looking through darkness with powerful eyes.

To where the tall grass bends and the swamp trees stand,
it’s the food and the shelter of the wild wetlands,
the wild wetlands, the wild wetlands, the wild wetlands.

Here come the ducks. They’ve been flying all day.
They’re tired and looking for a place to stay.
A place to stay, a place to hide away,
a place to stay. What do the ducks say ?

The flock spots water and circles around
cupping their wings, they let the earth pull them down.

To where the tall grass bends and the swamp trees stand,
it’s the food and the shelter of the wild wetlands,
the wild wetlands, the wild wetlands, the wild wetlands.

Around the bay
where the cordgrass grows
sea life breeds,
and birds feed on those.
it’s the pull of the moon
and the sun each day,
tides roll in and rolI away,
roll away, in the bay roll away
roll away

Daybreak at low tide
and the mud flats glisten.
A young crab moves,
but the sea gulls miss him.
Oysters are buried
and the clapper rails listen
by the tidal ebb and flow.

Big fish swim
in with the high tide.
Swim by the grass
in search of small fry.
Insects and snails
move up the green stem.
When the tide’s out,
they move down again.

Moonlight at high tide,
and the grass undulates
with the force of each wave
as it dissapates.
It’s the rhythm and the roll
of the water and its weight
by the tidal ebb and flow.

Along the bay
where the cordgrass grows
sea life breeds,
and birds feed on those.
it’s the pull of the moon
and the sun each day,
tides roll in and rolI away,
roll away, in the bay
roll away, in the bay....

Around the world
there are crabs of every size and type
with big claws to grab whatever’s in sight.
And when they grow out
of their old shell, their new shell is soft.
They hide for a spell, get hard and take off...

Cause they're,
Doing the crab step
on land or in the depths,
moving sideways to get where they get.
If danger appears, they try to hide,
but if they can’t, they’ll face it
with their claws open wide, open wide.
(wide so wide, wide so wide)

The back legs are paddles for swimming
through the depths and the dregs
or on the surface skimming
paddling forward, paddling back
paddle side to side, retreat or attack
Jump back, crab attack, jump back, crab attack
Don’t worry, it’s a cinch,
just keep your feet moving and you won’t get pinched

Now, go to the salt marsh, and you will find
crabs all around in the grassy brine
and the mud underground.
And if they spot you, with their extended eyes,
then they’ll start to move as you realize
that they’re...

Doing the crab step on land or in the depths,
moving sideways to get where they get
the joints of their legs point to the side.
And if danger appears, the claws open wide, open wide.
(wide so wide, wide so wide)

They’re doing the crab step on land or in the depths,
moving sideways to get where they get
And if danger appears they try to hide,
but if they can’t they face it with
their claws open wide, open wide.

Watch out !

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Well, all across the U.S.A.
you can hear the people say,
“Aw, there’s so much algae in our lake.
When l swim l take a rake,
and when it stinks to high heaven,
it ain’t for heaven’s sake. PU.!!
Yes, the fish swim belly up,
and if you put some of that lake in a cup
and drank it,
you’d swim that way too.”

Farmers in the country, homeowners in suburbs,
lose topsoil and fertilizer in streams and over curbs.
Then the topsoil and fertilizer runs
into the river as the rains come.
The river then carries it’s heavy load
down to the lake where the algae grows,
and grows and grows and grows

But when there’s a swamp
that the river runs through,
there’s a lot that pot of peat can do.
Thick green growth is a fine strainer,
topsoil and fertilizer retainer.

The Mighty Magnificent Marsh.
It will take what the lake would think harsh.
It will hold on to
what the river brings through
that mighty magnificent marsh.

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When the building sides are gone
on lakeshores and riverbanks,
they'll drain a swamp and pull the plug
on a long-time nutrient tank.
Then the nutrients and the phosphates run
into the river as the rains come.
The river then carries it’s heavy load
down to the lake where the algae grows,
and grows and grows and grows

But when there’s a swamp that the river runs through,
there’s a lot that pot of peat can do.
Thick green growth is a fine strainer,
topsoil and fertilizer retainer.

The Mighty Magnificent Marsh.
It will take what the lake would think harsh.
It will hold on to what the river brings through
that mighty magnificent marsh.

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Rain will fall. Snow will melt.
Where water runs, it’s gonna be felt,
and I hope you’re not surprised
when the rivers rise

Floodwaters can bring damage and death,
leave a washed out scene where people must do their best.
So they spend lots of money building dikes or dams
without checking out upriver for wetlands.

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Upriver – there are wetlands being drained.
Upriver – concrete’s not the same.
Upriver – wetlands can act like a sponge,
Upriver – and the plants slow the river’s run.

Rain will fall. Snow will melt.
Where water runs, it’s gonna be felt,
and I hope you’re not surprised
when the rivers rise

Wetlands are thick with all kinds of plants
which lay down when they die to give other plants their chance.
And all of those dead plants leave layers kind of deep,
which is where the excess water can seep

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Rain will fall. Snow will melt.
Where water runs, it’s gonna be felt,
and I hope you’re not surprised
when the rivers rise

So next time you hear about a really bad flood
with damage in the billions everybody’s speaking of,
if you’ve got the time, check the river’s history
for just how many wetlands there used to be.

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And I hope you’re not surprised
Yes I hope you're not surprised
I hope you're not surprised
when the rivers rise

There are places, deep bodies of water
that stand very still with nowhere to flow,
and as plants die, they sink to the bottom,
the oxygen drops and the sphagnum moss grows
It grows. Oh, how it grows.
It grows. Oh, how it grows.

It’s a living carpet
of thick green moss
growing on the water top.
Nature’s own waterbed
and if you walk upon it,
you suddenly stop.

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because the bog jogs
with every move you make
Yeah, the bog jogs.
It will make your body shake
The bog jogs,
it puts rhythm in your knees
Yeah, the bog jogs
if you jump up and down or sneeze.

Up in New England or in the Carolinas,
out in the Midwest, all across Canada,
pockets of sphagnum, water and plants
it might look solid, but it will make you dance.
Make you dance. Oh, it makes you dance.
Make you dance. Oh, it makes you dance.

Cranberries and the cedar trees
and the venus-flytraps.
If a moose or a bear appear there,
then the stillness suddenly snaps.

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There are places, deep bodies of water
that stand very still with nowhere to flow,
and as plants die, they sink to the bottom,
the oxygen drops and the sphagnum moss
grows It grows. Oh, how it grows.

... it grows right across
that surface of the water,
that’s what makes it a
great big water bed, yeah
so as you walk across
all that sphagnum moss
it feels like jello under you
don’t jump to hard
or you could punch on through
and people would say
oh he was just right here
but when we turned around
he had disappeared,
vanished, gone, into thin air
but you would just be under the sphagnum moss
swimming around somewhere,
yeah in that bog, that jogging bog

That ol’ sun lets those green plants grow
high in the sky and in the ocean below.
Solar power is what the green plants need
to make the food to grow so the creatures know
just where they can feed

Links in the food chain.
The threads in the food web.
The links in the food chain.
The threads in the food web. web, web, web.

Many bugs and animals of every type and size
eat only plants and fruits in order to survive.
Munch, munch, munch, gobble, gobble, gobble,
turn around and eat some more.
If a diet’s complete without eating any meat,
then you’re talking about a herbivore.

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Well, pounce and snarl, and bones that crunch.
Stalking through weeds and springing from a hunch.
Eating other creatures, and when hungry they’ll eat more.
They use their skill and eat their kill
and they’re called carnivores.

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Well, omnivores eat any kind of food –
depends, on where it is, their situation and mood.
It might have hunted, raised or maybe grown.
An omnivore might buy it at a store
or order it on the phone.

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All animals poop, and all living things die.
Dead bodies and poop hit the soil, decompose then fertilize.
Then a young seed sprouts
and grows up towards the sky.

That ol’ sun lets those green plants grow
high in the sky and in the ocean below.
Solar power is what the green plants need
to make the food to grow so the creatures know
just where they can feed

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The dawn brings soft light to a marsh
A lily pad turns slowly round
the frog sits on it’s floating leaf
it’s flower blooms without a sound

above, of course
mosquitoes dance in swarms
they sense their food
if it’s nearby and warm
the frog ( redeleap )
with his tongue
that’s sticky long and fast
will catch insects
as they come flying past

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And the rising sun
throws it’s light
through mist over the marsh.
Where the thick green growth
and wildlife
together play their part.

They play and they work, they swim and they fly
they sprout and they flower, they hunt and die
lay eggs and give birth just look around
and watch for movements and listen to ... the sounds

The dragonfly’s wings catch the light.
They shimmer purple, red, and blue.
The marsh hawk circles overhead.
The spider's web hangs in the dew.

ln the shallows,
the minnows dart and steal
away from those
searching for a meal.
The Great Blue Heron
is standing by a log.
He stalks for fish,
a snake, or a bullfrog

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The fox moves slowly through the grass.
He has a mallard in his sight.
A raccoon’s raiding someone’s nest.
Cattails shake from the muskrats bite.
Redwing blackbird flitting ’round her nest,
watching a mink with concerned interest .
The snapping turtle submerged
in search of prey
He snaps and eats
whatever comes his way

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The dawn brings soft light to a marsh
A lily pad turns slowly round
the frog sits on it’s floating leaf
it’s flower blooms without a sound