Crooner at the Bog
he is as much like Frank Sinatra as I have ever met
A natural crooner, said the boy named Leer Jet
I was curious of course, so followed him to the bog
Good grief, he was right about this singer, a frog!
The frog had a look that was Sinatra-like too
He reminded me of Frank, his rhythm was of that hue
He gave me a “come hither” look and I melted away.
I kind of lost my heart at that pond that day.
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