The expat of the devil’s canyon
Let me take you to the heavenly highs
The canyon of the devil where lies
The one with the waters brisk,
Takes Trouty in a bat and a whisk
Trouty, the expat of the devil’s canyon
Is on a journey there
Has vowed to cross canyon and fight Satan
But devils of the canyon don’t play fair
And the water that looks beautiful,
With stream so white, pristine and pure
Is full of energy, the blasts of drops are fire-full.
Trouty holds tight with gills widened, he is sure.
With the water full of air it’s like a breeze,
It makes him sure of an escapade of bliss,
But his senses halt and feet squeeze,
He sees the devil, the salamander, hearing the hiss.
it was the larv that got preyed on,
The hiss of the devil gets tom petrified.
Trouty releases his feet and swims with a bolt,
He swims so fast, it gets salamander stupefied.
But the devil gains his senses swiftly,
Follows our friend with an open mouth,
Trouty swims, swims and swims for long,
Until he gets to the end in the south.
So he reaches the destined place,
With not so good a voyage,
But alas! There still are some surprises,
Surprises which fly him to merry space.
Yes, trouty has reached the place,
The place he always wanted to come,
You should see the look on his face
As he sees fave food, new friends
and a place calm.
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