Anaconda
An Anaconda far from home Throughout the maritimes did roam. Silently moving from bay to bay Looking for its golden prey. But not in water did it search Instead, through rocks and in the earth. Boring its holes amongst the ores Pulling up the gleaming cores. Circling around the growing horde Surrounding it like a tightening cord. Soon we will know whats in its coils And us lucky few will share the spoils.