From "Liza Green, the Alligator Queen" (by - you guessed it - me, Anne Marie)
Down in the bayou where the swamp grass grows; so deep and so thick you’ll lose your toes,
Where the water stands high up to your knees; a little house sits; hidden by the trees.
The middle of the swamp is so remote, you'll only get there by ridin’ in a boat.
A lady makes her home deep within the bogs; where her only house guests are turtles and frogs.
Liza Green lives where the moss hang low. She rocks in her chair and strums a banjo.
She never took a lesson or learned to play a song. Her banjo’s out of tune, and the notes are all wrong...
In "Liza Green the Alligator Queen," a bayou recluse entertains alligators with her banjo music. While her music is terrible to human ears, it gets the animals of the swamp grooving at an alligator ball. Liza's story offers proof that dreams can be realized in even the strangest of environments. With the text, I create a bluegrass rhythm to the story, and with swingin' illustrations and musical features, I see great potential... but I may be biased... G'night... -A