| One day Sammy went walking by The country club, it caught his eye. When he heard funky music roar, Sammy crawled right in the door. As he coiled very near the pool He saw something completely new. Synchro swimmers were in the air, In water, on decks, everywhere. A swimmer named Katy talked to him And encouraged Sammy to come right in. He got on a suit, goggles and cap And dove right in, that was that. The coach taught him some simple moves And showed him figures he could choose. A figure eight was easy for him But it was hard to keep up his chin. He looked around for another snake, He was the only one, for goodness sake. The swimmers' caps were filled with curls. There were no snakes just human girls. All of these girls were nice to him And he decided to stay to swim. Sammy, the swimmer, got home late, He was so hungry, he ate and ate. That night he dreamed, this little boy, Of the special prize he might enjoy: An Olympic medal for his whole bunch, He dreamed of Sidney and missed his lunch! Sammy went to practice that night And got the basics down just right. When he tried Eggbeater, what a dread, He fainted and they thought he was dead. He needed legs to hold him high. The folks were sad but could see why. So his Olympic dreams were done But trying out had been great fun. When Sammy told his mom and dad, They both praised him, though he was sad. And now they are finding what it takes To start an Olympic team for snakes! Poem by Katy Bailey, 2000 |