Grover Grues Who Sang the Blues
he was grumpy, gritty, and grotesque, Grover Grues.
but his balance was beautiful, and he sang the blues
no one in the swamp could fill in Grover’s shoes.
his blues were spectacular, this was no news.
the other frogs would congregate here at night.
second it looked like it might become twilight.
they loved Grover’s guitar, and his voice, so mellow and light.
he could sing the blues better than anyone; he was out of sight.
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