Swoosh and Croak Away
chirping from up a nest,
a feeble chick longs to fly,
while swallows swish
and swoosh in the sky...
as a tadpole wiggles
by the reed's faint ripple,
wanting to leap, to croak,
till its lungs puff purple.
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