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Rowing his raft,

In waters wild,

Where ancient refuse,

Refuses to die,

Where islands form,

From garbage discarded,

He set sail,

Anxious and guarded.

Centuries back, the waters were calm.

The magical Lake Placid.

Today, a chemical wasteland.

Foul, reeking Lake Rancid.

His oars are caught,

It's what he feared,

Mutants of the lake,

Together draw near,

With scaly arms,

Pull him from the boat,

In chemical waste,

Cadaver lies afloat.

Centuries back, the waters were calm,

In depths. met chemical and magic,

And were born Hellish mutants,

Monsters of Lake Rancid.