The Ballad of a Hunter

May 19, 2012
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375 razor-sharp teeth
Two black glaring eyes
You never know what lurks beneath
A predator of unimaginable size

Terror of the beach
Tyrant of the waves
You better stay out of his reach
This water may soon be your grave

When into the water his prey will stroll
He waits as if he were asleep
Then he throws away all self-control
And out beneath the waves he starts to creep

You see him waiting at your feet
You wish you would have seen him before
Speed that just can't be beat
You are too far from shore

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