The Frog Lunch
On the twig sat the little frog
hungry as a great big hog.
His eyes looked to the east
there he saw the fly, a feast.
He stuck out his tongue
the feasting had begun.
Later on the blade of grass
there was a slug at last,
his appetite was still brewing
his want of more was stewing.
Then from his wandering eye
there was swarm of flies near by.
Once again, he reached out his tongue
and the eating of the masses begun.
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