Silly tadpole
Swimming in his tank
Keeping races with his friends
And enjoying while he can

Silly tadpole
Suddenly with the urge to jump
Up an  out of the tank
To go discover the world outside

Silly tadpole
Bidding goodbye to his friends
And taking a breath
And finally the big leap

Silly tadpole
Lying on the floor
Suffocating and dying
Wishing he never did that

Silly tadpole
Wriggling on the floor
Taking his last breath and realizing
He wasn't ready for the world yet.

there was a little tadpole a  friendly chap was he
swimming in a pond where he long to be
he would spend all day swimming round and round
he was very happy in his tadpole ground
looking for some food always on go
as the weeks by his legs began to grow
his body started changing  now no longer thin
he had big round eyes and great big chin
now tadpole he had grown in to a  lovely frog
he love to pass his days just sitting on a log

there was a little tadpole timmy was his name
to turn into a frog that was timmy aim
he swam around a pond in his tadpole state
to become a frog timmy couldnt wait
he waited patiently for limbs to grow
it would take a while the changing would be slow
as the weeks went by he began to change
he was very happy but a little strange
he just grew and grew in the little bog
until the day that timmy turned in to a frog

there was a little tadpole timmy was his name
to turn into a frog that was timmys aim.

he swam around a pond in his tadpole state
to become a frog timmy couldnt wait.

he waited patiently for limbs to grow
it would take a while the changing would be slow.

as the weeks went by he began to change
he was very happy but a little strange.

he just grew and grew in the little bog
until the day that timmy turned in to a frog

Stevieg and Karen you could feel the heat, of
the fire that is. Looking in to each others
eyes as both recited soppy love poetry. I'll
write you a song let us walk in the woods
suggested Stevie.G.  

As they entered a deserted
hotel  Stevieg did change from who he used to
be as a piano could be heard by Karen  is that
the shining in G major?  As Stevieg  grabbed a
fire axe ******* screamed Karen as he came
running, in a room she did hide kneeling down
nervously, then the axe hit the door repeatedly,
as it began to splinter the final blow and through
a head came screaming HERE'S STEVIEG.. with
.a final scream the axe was buried deep, Stevieg  
ran to the camp Tadpole asking whats that on
your shirt, corn syrup he said nervously.

Lolly was talking to tadpole about the Sons of Anarchy,
I was biker once said tadpole would you like to see
how I ride? blushing Lolly said sorry Charlie Hunnam
is the only ride I want on me. Tadpole and Stevieg
followed by Bri Mar a little too drunk now went
skinny dipping as it was a lake and free. All laughed
as they hadn’t done anything like this since there
teens asking Lolly to join in but Charlie Hunnam
turned up and said you ready for that ride? A
smile from Lolly could be seen.

Swimming
drunkenly around but in the distance could be
heard a song. The jaws music this could not be.
It grew louder they swam for the shore as Tadpole
sank beneath the water now red as the two
thrashed fiercely but then Bri Mar disappeared
as he screamed ******* FISHY.. Stevieg was
about to climb ashore thinking he’d survived but
there was one more surprise as he was kicked
in to the water by Jambo the last words he heard
that’s what happens when you disagree with
me, then jaws opened wide the shark swallowed
him whole never again to be seen.



**TUNE IN FOR THE FINALE TOMORROW

there was a little tadpole Timmy was his name
to turn into a frog that was Timmys aim
he swam around a pond in his tadpole state
to become a frog Timmy could not wait
he waited patiently for his limbs to grow
it would take a while the changing would be slow
as the weeks went by he began to change
he was very happy but a little strange
he just grew and grew in the little bog
until the day that Timmy turned in to a frog

there was a little tadpole timmy was his name
to turn into a frog that was timmy aim
he swam around a pond in his tadpole state
to become a frog timmy couldnt wait.

he waited patiently for limbs to grow
it would take a while the changing would be slow
as the weeks went by he began to change
he was very happy but a little strange.

he just grew and grew in the little bog
until the day that timmy turned in to a frog

when i have thought of you somewhat too
much and am become perfectly and
simply Lustful….sense a gradual stir
of beginning muscle,and what it will do
to me before shutting….understand
i love you….feel your suddenly body reach
for me with a speed of white speech

(the simple instant of perfect hunger
Yes)
        how beautifully swims
the fooling world in my huge blood,
cracking brains A swiftlyenormous light
—and furiously puzzling through,prismatic,whims,
the chattering self perceives with hysterical fright

a comic tadpole wriggling in delicious mud

little Timmy tadpole he lived in a pool
underneath the rocks where it kept him cool
swimming round round in amongst the ****
chewing as he went this was his favorite feed
Timmy he was growing and he began change
he grew arms and legs he looked rather strange
his body changing shape it was going round
now he was a frog and he could jump around
one day in the pond on a lily pad
sat another frog  this made Timmy glad
now he had a playmate and they began to play
having lots of fun and passing time away
swimming round the pool jumping on to land
hopping round together playing in the sand
then they both got tired hopped for a sleep
back to there favorite lilly pads in the pool so deep

you asked me to come:it was raining a little,
and the spring;a clumsy brightness of air
wonderfully stumbled above the square,
little amorous-tadpole people wiggled

battered by stuttering pearl,
                                leaves jiggled
to the jigging fragrance of newness
—and then.  My crazy fingers liked your dress
….your kiss,your kiss was a distinct brittle

flower,and the flesh crisp set
my love-tooth on edge.  So until light
each having each we promised to forget—

wherefore is there nothing left to guess:
the cheap intelligent thighs,the electric trite
thighs;the hair stupidly priceless.

Life is an echo peeled
from the furthest star
a message in a bottle
waiting to be heard
And upon its reading
not a word rang free
for life is not a sound
but a motion which flees