The Day Fergus the Frog Croaked

THE DAY FERGUS THE FROG CROAKED (A Children's Rhyme by Joan Donnelly Ellis Oct. 2015) Fergus the Frog was lazy and fat and a worshipper of idleness He'd lie on his lily pad all day ...refusing to work ....didn't care to play. Had no interests...no not one. One afternoon a visit to the swamp Uncle Fred made Saying Fergus you are useless and better off in a grave Precisely in that moment a crocodile scooped Fergus up Both Lily pad and frog slid in croc's mouth headed for lockup Croc closed his mouth on the pair as Fergus kissed his rump As croc swallowed his noon day snack of shiftless frog juicy and plump That's precisely when the reptile begin to jump He leapt to a branch on a very small tree Where lizards and snakes slithered to get free Then crashed head first in the mud down below He lie there stunned for a moment and rose real slow He coughed so hard out from his open mouth flew a slimy green lump It was Fergus the Frog that staggered to the nearest stump Then crashed on the lathered shore With a heave and sigh critters watched him die Now Fergus Frog is no more