Don’t ever fear the Neverglades

Though strangeness there abounds in spades

Weirdness wetness all cascades

Colliding rather neatly

The Crocogator with his pipe

The Troutsquito spouting his tripe

And merfolk of all plaid and stripe

Muttering nothings sweetly

To taste the water is okay

Since it’s made of peach sorbet

And the mud’s café au lait

You can sample discreetly

You’re welcome to stay if you wish

Forever eat your favorite dish

Just transmogrify into a fish

And lose your past completely

(Please join us in the Neverglades

Lest we fade out obsoletely.)