More Nonsense
Well, a pollywog
is just a frog
who hasn’t any legs.
If he swims around a log
in the middle of a bog
that smells like rotten eggs,
and as soon as he can,
he hops out on the land
to get out of the dregs,
then I just have to ask,
take his momma to task,
because the question begs:
if you don’t want to be here,
why’d you deposit me here
in this nasty, stinky place?
If a big brown toad
from a tadpole growed,
but he hangs out on the land,
and his tiny little gills
turn to lungs that fill
according to a plan,
and as soon as he can choose,
he will crawl out of the ooze,
start working on his tan,
then why’d it have to be
so hard to struggle free
and find some nicer space?
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I get the 'nonsense song' tune stuck in my head a lot...
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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