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There once was a frog who wanted to wear shoes
out of the swamp he left and off to a cobbler's shop
with no time to lose. The grasshoppers and crickets
at him they did laugh, for why would a frog need shoes?
He sits in water on the top of a lily pad.
The frog kept hopping to the Cobbler as fast as he could
for he knows what he wants, shoes made of wood. These
rocks and stickers my feet they do hurt and with shoes
I can move cooler in the hot dirt. To the Cobbler's shop he
came and the sign said Closed and it began to rain.
Oh my feet, the frog did say, I'll have wait until the next
opening day.
Under the porch he slept that night and when morning came
he was filled with such delight. The door said open but how 
would he get inside and then came a child who reached down
and grabbed him, and carried him in with pride.
Upon the counter he placed his frog and the ole Cobbler looked 
and seen him and said he belongs at the pond. Oh please! the
frog exclaimed, I need some shoes for my feet, surely you can
understand me, some shoes would be so neat.
The Cobbler was met with such surprise when he understood
what the frog was saying by reading the look in his eyes.
Some shoes for you, my dear frog friend but no one will believe
me down at the Ole Inn.
A pair of clogs was placed upon him and the frog danced a dittle
at the Ole Inn, to pay back the Cobbler for being so sweet and so
that everyone, the old Cobbler they could believe, that a frog wore
shoes upon his feet. So if ever down by the creek and you see a frog
with wooden shoes upon his feet; Just laugh like the Cobbler, so full of life
a frog in clogs, Oh! what a site.

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