I DO THINK THERE'S A SQUATCH IN THESE WOODS

With this stick I knock knock knock

Banging on the wood

Three loud bangs returning back

Like you always do

I sometimes hear you howling

And running through the trees

I’ve got my camera ready

But you always just elude me

Though there was that one time

I think I found your den

The place was pretty stinky

(No offense my friend)

I’ve got trail cams set up everywhere

I’ve even got a FLIR

I’ve seen colonies of rodents

And a herd of deer

I’m searching for a footprint

A patch of fur or DNA

Just a bit more evidence

To prove I’m not insane

Yes, my family left me

And I’m residing in a van

But if you ain’t been Squatchin’

You just ain’t living man