CHATEAUGAY LAKE STEAMBOAT GAZETTE CO.

Fair Chateaugay Lake now, a sea serpent hath,
Where none but trout and suckers pass the lake;
We’ve heard his story from the nearest path,
Though none may glimpse him, lest his form they take.
The locals speak of him with trembling breath,
And tales of terror swell around his name;
Their furrowed brows do speak of dread and death,
Though they of him shall never clearly claim.

For Nat Collins, a troglodyte so wise,
Claims underground passages lead him away,
Where the ground beneath the lakes could not suffice,
And other fissures there his lurkings stay.
If such a creature lurks beneath the waves,
Then we must answer with our faith and faithfulness in his favor,
And we must make sure our lives we brave,
For ’tis a wondrous thing this sea serpent we do savor.

Is this miracle of the deep, this fair Chateaugay Lake’s beastly guest,
A tale to be believed, or is it all but jest?
The serpent, so described, yet could not be repressed,
By any one who’s heard the witnesses attest,
Such monstrous form and size, all attributes so vast,
That, when ‘gainst the sun its silhouette was cast,
It seemed the devil’s work, or some terrible jest,
Not just an ordinary creature of the deep,
But something we’ve only imagined in our sleep,
So strange, it may have come from some far distant sea,
Through hidden channels, swollen with underground streams,
To bring its terror to the waters so serene,
To all who come, a warning to abstain.

And yet, despite all proof, some do deny,
That what we’ve seen, is really here on high.
For them, this thing in Chateaugay Lake may be,
But one more hidden mystery, so hard to see.

Aye, ’tis true, I know, in spite of doubt,
That in our lake a serpent lout
Resides, for many a witness keen
To show his form did often keen,
Though none could tell his size so grand
Or comprehend his shape so bland.

The accounts of him so wild and vast,
They can’t be told in words so vast;
His features made plain by the sun,
His form of such proportions done,
By many a witness could be eyed
In this peaceful here have all have sighed.

Though some in vain would still deny
The presence of this wondrous tie,
The facts are clear, aye never cease
That right here in this lake, a beast
Resides in deep, whose form is seen
Though none can tell what it could mean.

Its origin a mystery vast,
Much speculation, much has passed;
Some say a cave, some say a stream,
It matters not, the matter’s teem;
So in this place we still remain,
The truth of this, none can explain.

Verily there’s a serpent in Chateaugay Lake,
This monster, anew, has the locals all shook,
It’s seen by many, from those who most brave,
To those who boats in the harbor do lave.

For the skeptics who doubt this monster’s true form,
To Nat Collins’ cave, let us here go and storm,
The passages deep, larger than thought before,
For that monster below, can’t be a bore.

Eugene Miller, a man of most renowned fame,
Set his sight on this beast, but there’s no one to blame,
For the lake’s not so large, that this beast can’t abide,
But his entrance and exit, all hidden inside.

Its passage beneath, who can now be sure,
But Jules Verne’s Nautilus made it secure,
Its passage through Earth, with the strength of a force,
Our sea serpent here, will be seen no more.

Our skeptics can scoff, but they’ll not have it won,
For we’ve seen it ourselves, this great serpent or one,
Our evidence clear, from lake north to south,
We’ll no longer doubt, there ever was a mouth.

For the lake’s not so large, that such thing can’t exist,
And Chateaugay Lake’s true fame, in this tale persists,
Our challenge to all, with an answer so clear,
The sea serpent of Chateaugay Lake is here!

So, let us all rejoice and sing,
For ‘midst our woods and lakes we bring
Fresh proof that a sea serpent dwells,
And all our seafaring tales tell.

The Narrows and Bradley Pond,
Will soon be famed beyond all bond,
For being home to this great beast,
Which sails around in the least.

Ralphs and Chateaugay Lake,
Have both seen the creature awake,
And Xantippe has been wowed,
For she thought he simply looked good.

Old Veritas and Jack Davis,
Will now be famed o’er the seas and the U.S,
For this strange mythical thing,
Creates a chatter and a ring.

Shutt’s great canal is agreed,
Nat Collins’ cave is well-read,
Maelström and the Mammoth come,
To tell us of another fable’s sum.

So though ’tis strange and hard to believe,
We are still not quite naive,
The evidence is hard to deny,
That a serpent may dwell ‘neath the sky.

So let the naysayers come, let them o’erlook the lake,
It matters not the challenge, the truth will never break.
Let all who ply the waters, the truth prepare to hear,
For here’s the truth and nothing else shall be their fear
That in Chateaugay Lake, a sea serpent does reside,
That’s been proven, though some still its claim deride.
For those who doubt, the facts presented can’t deny
To reach the truth, the Nautilus might have been the way.

From Bradley Pond to Chazy river, the water it did span
From Lake Champlain then on to Chateaugay’s land.
For Nature’s laws, they no exceptions never make
So sea serpent or not, there’s a proof one must take.

The monster’s size, they can’t imagine, huge it must be
But facts are facts, no matter how they try to flee.
And though some say it’s just a lie, the truth is heard anew
That the sea serpent’s real, and the proof is coming through.

Witnesses galore, all in agreement, though a few defy
Proof beyond doubt, it’s a truth that none deny.
And though the naysayers try to cast aspersions, still it’s clear
That in Upper Chateaugay Lake, the serpent does appear.

So let not doubt and fear the proof of what’s seen let loose
For all the facts, they show a tale that none can choose.
From Dick Shutts to John DeChambeau, all who saw agree
That it’s the sea serpent true, and nothing else can be.