The great lakes are great.
They really, really are.
They are really, really, really, big.
Into them, I decided to dig.
They go on for miles and miles and miles.
There them are five, and they are really alive.
They were created by nature.
In other words, by fate.
I looked at them.
I noticed something about them.
I learned it without reading a book.
They look like a person.
They look like a human.
A human person, walking, but not talking.
A human person, walking, talking,
a surprised look on their face.
Huron is the middle, the chest.
Georgian bay is part of it, the rest.
Erie and Ontario are the feet.
Michigan is an arm.
Superior is the head.
No, about the lakes,
I do not think I have made a mistake.