Down by the Lake where the Leeches Prey

In a tiny house where the doors never close,

I live by the lake filled with leeches.

There’s a white picket fence and a boy with a smile,

He’s across the lake eating peaches.

In my tiny house where the doors never close,

There’s a dark feathered crow and he screeches:

“Go for a swim, Go down to the lake,

Down by the lake filled with leeches.”

I’m gasping for air and crying for help

But down by the lake filled with leeches

Speech is

Irrelevant.

I see that he reaches.

I love the boy,

I love the boy eating peaches.

But I seem to forget he also lives,

Down by the lake filled with leeches.