Revealing Nature's Secrets - Chapter 27
I asked myself when I was young,
why does a frog have a sticky tongue?
I eyed pancake lily pad beyonds
where frogs hopped maple syrup ponds.
The answer then was in my reach.
I ate my breakfast. Now, I teach.
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