Alligator Pie

i just found this poem (by Dennis lee)that i recall loving ALOT, when i was little-
i loved it soo much that its actually kinda weird.

Alligator pie, alligator pie,
If I don’t get some I think I’m gonna die.
Give away the green grass, give away the sky,
But don’t give away my alligator pie.

Alligator stew, alligator stew,
If I don’t get some I don’t know what I’ll do.
Give away my furry hat, give away my shoe,
But don’t give away my alligator stew.

Alligator soup, alligator soup,
If I don’t get some I think I’m gonna droop.
Give away my hockey stick, give away my hoop,
But don’t give away my alligator soup.

i mean i think its a cool little hippie poem.
but when i recall how deeply i loved it..its odd. i trully remember spending hours analyzing each line of it.

guess i was stranger than i care to process, at 7.