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The Frog
Once upon a lily pad
In a shallow creek
Where the grasses grow up tall
The sunshine they do seek
A little fellow all in green
Sits upon his throne
Made of floating lily pads
He made it all his own
He sings quite softly to himself
With his voice full and deep
He looks around with big gold eyes
While all the others sleep
It's time now for his supper
As sunset ends the day
He stands, and with a mighty croak
The froggy leaps away
(c) Amalthea Celebras"  K.C. Fahel  31 August 1995