Nessie at the Mall
Have you seen? Have you heard?
There’s a monster in the mall.
She slithers through the wishing well
Waiting for pennies to fall
“Monster” is too dull a term
She shimmers gold and bright
With a quick eye, you can catch her
If the lighting falls just right
You would almost believe me, too
When Christmas rolls around.
Lore is mixed with truth
And myth and magic abound
Children pull their mothers’ sleeves
So easy to enthrall
Always begging for loose change
To feed Nessie at the mall.
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