along the banks of Walgren Lake
on nights when stars burn bright
one spies
a mudpuppy greyed & horned
singing & riding an apple red trike
pedaling fiercely his tiny legs churn
along the banks of this tranquil pond
his scaled body leaning into each wide turn
two feet broad & ten feet long
he spouts as he pedals
a trilling stream of song
this mudpuppy of Lake Walgren
always a real charmer ...
Oh Nebraska such delights you harbor
