The Blue Hole

Cousin Don was a crazy loon,
Singing all the way,
To find the place he heard some men,
dumped their dead some days,

Said he was gonna dive down deep,
in those junked and rusted parts,
And find the men they buried there,
in their water graves,

We went along to see the men,
Singing all the way,
Hootin in the summer sun,
Buzzin through the day,

The Blue Hole slumbered dark and still,
As we looked into its deep,
And while we peered through murky depths,
Something watched us back,

Donnie didn’t come back up,
Sinking all the way,
Bubbles popped the surface calm,
Me stiff as the clay,

My siblings looked from eye to eye,
Then screamed in the quiet,
They dived through the foamy brim,
Like phantoms in the night,

Everything happened then,
Us like frogs in a flashlight,
When we pulled Donnie out,
He was blue as the twilight,

The Blue Hole slumbered dark and still,
As we looked into its deep,
And while we peered through murky depths,
Something watched us back,

The Blue Hole slumbered dark and still,
As we looked into its deep,
And while we peered through murky depths,
Something watched us back.