In the depths of the woods where the shadows grow tall,
Lives a sasquatch who’s tired of it all.
Fed up with humans, their phones and their yells,
He set out to spook them with foresty spells.
He’d rustle the leaves, let out a low moan,
Snap twigs behind hikers who thought they were alone.
With a hairy grin and a quick little dance,
He watched them all flee at his one spooky glance.
“Who’s hunting who?” he chuckled with glee,
As campers and hikers ran wild through the trees.
So if you’re out wandering where the woods get thick,
Beware of old Sasquatch—he’s quick with a trick!