Loch Ness Monsters live
About a mile deep
And every now and then
To the surface one will creep
 
He’ll come up for a nosy,
For a little look around
Should he espy a human
He will surely go to ground
 
He will dive way down
Into that murky lake
Where he’ll hide away
His secret he will take
 
For the Beastie shuns attention
He’ll avoid the publics glare
Or is he an invention
Was he ever really there?