Dissecting Dilemma of a Green Frog

There once was a frog who found it difficult being green I asked the frog “what do you mean?” The frog seemed wanting to talk While chewing on a delicious happy hour stalk “It’s silver and black, They raid things and that is a fact.” I noted to the frog, “They have a new home, In a social tourist area where you never really feel alone Names like Trump and Wynn are on separate sides of the street With all sorts of luring fixtures offered as a treat.” “I heard about that,” the green gribbit stated As I waited “We are green and we soar, we take flight to show our might!” I suggested This simple message “Go and travel and pound on that artistic gavel.” “That is right,” the frog said striking down a bug looking for a fight. “We are green and we have a dream That is our white and we are ready with freedom and oil And a supporter base that is insanely loyal. Remind Allegiant Air they are one of us While silver and black are transported on the RTC bus. Chop Chop from this green pad to the bachelor’s one reserved for the Sunday’s peaceful gaming fun.”