What Is Your Final Wish

four merry frogs with a hey wheez wiggle wiggle wiggle Were riding a designer fish down the middle of Lake Gibble The fish was flopping and floundering as fashion fish do. The frogs were laughing their guts out, and playing their old kazoo. It’s the kind of day that other frogs are sitting in their swampy place. But we are the orchestra of orchestras said frog cousin Mrs. Grace. The rest of them agreed, as they floated out to sea on the fish. Just one thing, said a dragonfly stopping by “what is your final wish?”