As I awoke to view such sunny skies I was reminded of his beady eyes, the emerald light that shines within, for the Gators soul is free from sin. As I gazed upon the fertile land, I felt the touch of scaly hands, for in its mountains, and on its plains, deep in its valleys, lie His remains. Lord Banyas, the Holy One, the beginning and the end, let our praise rain over Him, our Father and our friend.
That was just beautiful. It made me think of snoozing all day under a high-wattage heat lamp, rising only to nibble a random extremity or two.