They walked beside the marshes as the sun was sinking low.

He held her hand and kissed her, and then she dashed in flirtatious game.

"Catch me darling," she called, while running,

"I know you can run fast,

You would chase me for eternity if your legs would only last."

Sudden she disappeared; she was not within his view.

Then a piercing scream echoed from afar,

From his true, love Mary Lou.

"Help me," she was screaming as he rushed to find her there.

She had fallen in the quicksand, and all he saw was hair.

"Please save me," she said, with her mouth agape in the air.

"Please give me your hand," he screamed to her.

"I cannot seem to reach, I'll get a branch, just wait I'll soon be there."

I cannot seem to break this branch, what am I to do?"

"Don't ask me I cannot help, a fallen vine might do"

"Grab the end of this," he said and cast it out.

However, she was sinking fast

The only parts above the sand were her open mouth and hair.

No hands, and nothing he could think to do.

He cast a vine toward her mouth and then he cursed and yelled

"Grab this"

She caught the rope between her teeth, and then he began to pull her in.

Her filthy face emerged to surface just as he began,

He pulled her up just to waist high, but she began to sink.

He cried and screamed as she yelled,

"Goodbye."

He had tried his very best.

However, he forgot she had false teeth.

Therefore, his sweet love, Mary-Lou, sank.

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