I watched a hopping little frog
He bounced across the road
He landed upon a mossy log
My feet got wet in the smelly bog
It looked to me a warty toad
I watched a hopping little frog
I heard the barking of a dog
Casing after a ball was throwed
He landed upon a mossy log
T’was hard to see through the growing fog
I considered a shade of green unowed
I watch a hopping little frog
Just a piece of the ecosystem, a cog
Dashing across grass freshly mowed
He landed upon a mossy log
I sipped a glass of eggy nog
And thought of pictured I’d been showed
I watched a hopping little frog
He landed upon a mossy log
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC
I watched a hopping little frog
He bounced across the road
He landed upon a mossy log
My feet got wet in the smelly bog
It looked to me a warty toad
I watched a hopping little frog
I heard the barking of a dog
Casing after a ball was throwed
He landed upon a mossy log
T’was hard to see through the growing fog
I considered a shade of green unowed
I watch a hopping little frog
Just a piece of the ecosystem, a cog
Dashing across grass freshly mowed
He landed upon a mossy log
I sipped a glass of eggy nog
And thought of pictured I’d been showed
I watched a hopping little frog
He landed upon a mossy log
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