We are the Sasquatch,
That lives in America
Or maybe we don’t,
Maybe we’re a myth.
Some try to catch us,
On videos and cameras
But film men in monkey suits
Who are taking the piss.
Some call us wood apes,
Some call us Bigfoot
Since our pedal appendages
Might tend to be huge.
And footprints are all,
We might leave behind us
When we seem to vanish
Into the woods.
They want to define us,
Dissect us, confine us
Measure us on tables,
Kill us to know us
But science can’t find us
We slip through the treeline
One glimpse and we’re gone.
Are we real great apes?
Giant and hairy,
Red-eyed and scary
Or just an illusion
That howls in the night?
