Goat Baby, Pigtopus and I, on the Nile
Chilling in the sweep scow, we met Crocodile   
He invited us, "Come down here for a while."

"Bet!" Of course, Goat Baby was raring to go
I stopped him, "Bad idea, Goat Baby. No." 
"Relax, you guys; He's my friend from long ago"

"We can't. Pigtopus doesn't know how to swim."
Crocodile near tips the boat, laughing at him
"You might as well get rid of each octo limb."

"Bro! I don't know why you're body-shaming me?"
I chime in, "Stop it, guys. Let's enjoy the sea."
Goat Baby jumps up to correct me, "It's a river, actually."

I’m on some syllable counting shit yo! This is a stornello from The Complete Guide of Poetic Forms. I departed from the eleven-syllable count on the last line.

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