Tales From the Swamp
Tales from the Swamp (children)
The big cat chased the little brown rat,
the brown rat chased a wingless bat
all fell into the swamp “split splat”
now what on earth do you think of that?
They landed right next to a frog
sitting on a fallen log,
chilling in the mist and fog
floating down the muddy bog.
The frog said, “I just can’t explain
this happens time and time again!
are all you animals insane?
coming here you should refrain.”
“I just don’t know where to begin,
you run down here and I can’t win,
someone’s always falling in,
this stress is not good for my skin..”
The rat could swim so he was set,
the cat was scared when he got wet,
the bat was screeching for a net,
the frog replied, “don’t panic yet,”
“I can get you safe to shore,
I’ve done this several times before,
this seems to happen more and more,
it’s carelessness I can’t ignore.”
‘This swamp is not the place to play,
hold on, my friends are on the way.”
A bridge, head to foot they lay.
It really was a fine display.
The frog said, “If a strange place you must go,
be real careful, take it slow,
dangerous things might lurk and so,
don’t run in places you don’t know.”
On shore the trio confessed
of the frogs they were impressed,
but each of them had to profess
avoiding the swamp was probably best.
So if you feel a burst of speed
watch where your feet go,yes indeed,
with these rules you’ll succeed,
your safety will be guaranteed.
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