Follow that winding stream
Around three great bends
Up into the old forest
And watch for the waterfall
Careful where you step
And beware what defends
In a cave behind the falls
Joining two stone walls
Legend has when you can
Hear a mountain lion yawl
And all down the valley
Its wounded cry extends
Been nearly three generations
Some good folks recall
When the mighty great cat
Was trapped by flood godsends
For every night a couple weeks
Terrible noises would befall
And every year after year
Whenever stream water ascends
On stormy nights the ghostly beast
Of Witch Cat Cave still calls