The Secret of Bigfoot
The unmolested foilage of our landscape holds a treasure,
it leaves its mark in streams and hills of quite a shocking measure,
though the sightings seem to be so sparse with very little proof,
are claims of this immortal beast the makings of a spoof?
In some accounts the legend lives as time travelers on the loose,
some of us dissmiss it as an immaginary ruse,
but I for one believe the answers quite a sinch,
the one you think is bigfoot is just the mean old grinch!
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