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Telling of the Frog

Telling of the frog ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 2/20/2010 6:05:00 AM
funny, I wonder do frogs live in the cold climates?
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Date: 2/14/2010 11:36:00 PM
haha. Good one again. Funny. David
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Date: 2/14/2010 7:22:00 PM
Reminds me of A Frog went a courting! Who is Eileen? Have you ever eaten one of these frogs, Edward? A fun poem! Andrea
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Date: 2/14/2010 1:58:00 PM
A poem with some groove-- Cool! -Susan Mills
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