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The Frog

Various animals, Almighty God created In water, on land, in the air them he placed Like a tick, others on other bodies he stuck The frog on land and in water, he acclimates. His slippery skin, good protection it makes Into the water, he dives and swims like a fish Lob him on the land, he leaps to gulp worms On the land, he bounds and makes croaks. For you dare fling him in the air, God he meets In the air, he will suffocate for soaring he cannot. Prayers he says and clemency he begs for soul purity He cares not; he has confessed heavy and light sacrilege Widowing insects, orphaning others but divine justice The frog awaits, her eggs to leave and die in the cold And so, the frog in pieces has slept eternally in peace Poem by Mugisho N. Theophile

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