Telling of the Frog
Telling of the frog
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Chillin to the maximum, on a lily pad
Ribbitt, ribbitt, croak, croak
Flies and bugs aren’t so bad
Way down south on the muddy river bank
It's the life of a frog, sort of quaint to be frank
A lot of people see them as slimy and gross
But croakers they maintain from coast to coast
Gathering by moonlight to do a jiggy hop dance
And end up on the menus in the cities of France
An appetizer, ouch! Served with wine red and white
That's not very nice to frogs and I don't think its right
All the lore and myth, to be heard but not seen
But you frogs have an admirer and her name is Eileen.
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