There's a tale about Lake Erie
Said a beast which swims within
Beast's name happens to be Bessie
Perhaps Nessie's distant kin

On one morning bleak and bleary
I was sitting on the shore
Saw some movement in the water
So I waited to see more

Shiny humps so black and graceful
West to east she glided by
Horizontal to the waves now
Had to blink to clear my eyes

Looked again but she had gone down
Without making 'er a splash
I stood up to make my exit
Away from the lake I dashed

Eerie Lake Erie holds Bessie
Sure of that without a doubt
If you plan to go in swimming
I'd suggest that you stay out