There was a drunken Wendigo hootenanny at Chateaugay’s glimmering sandbar,
Where horned fiends swilled moonshine beneath Aurora’s wandering star;
They reeled in antlered ring-shouts, their howls a bone-chill dread,
Till the Gitaskog thundered ashore—he smashed kegs, then vanished fled.
What mysteries of Chateaugay Lake haunt you?