The Patience Of A Frog
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Across the pond float lily pads
Upon one sat a frog,
He looked rather startled
His eyes were wide agog.
Had he seen a stalking heron,
Was he scared to move, thought I
Then to my surprise, his tongue shot out
And caught a passing fly.
That wise old frog had patience
It comes to those who wait,
For that fly, it came to him
And that wise old frog, he ate.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2019
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