The Frog and the Fly
One day a frog woke up,
To see to his delight,
That the swampy bogs were swarming
With flies beyond his sight.
He snuck up on one surprisingly fat
And crouched down very low,
Then flicked his tongue as the paw of a cat,
But missed and caught his toe!
Now, this was not a normal frog, like those who give up fast.
No, this was a very clever frog, and liked to put it in his past.
So he tried again once more
To get the little flies,
But these black little balls of germs
Have 200 eyes!
poem by Ry Weeks
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