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A rather sad tale of a lonesome frog looking for his mate. |
The frog in the pond searches in silence for the mate of his dreams, yes indeed He searches to gain his bride, without shame Since pride is the height of his being Many women, he approaches, to woe them by the light of the moon, he moves finding them, saying "how fine you are" while praying Because he simply has nothing to lose Countless times, he attempts, without success Only finding rejection through his days For a frog only listens to those voices within him Commanding a fast-paced embrace Another day goes by, and try again, he must try So down to the tailor he goes! He buys a new suit, and for good measure, new boots And to please his new lady, a rose He hops up the steps of her homestead, a mansion bigger than life Looking, he missed the door's movement And out comes the woman, but to his shock, a human! Dressed in only her gown (at our friend's amusement) She catches him in hand, and sets him on a brown stand made of the finest wood, as all tables go And she looks in his eyes with an amazed delight At this creature resting before her in clothes She says "You cannot be a toad, this I do know" for a toad is much too dull and fearful A man you must be, but shrunken and free cursed, but looking just as cheerful!" "Fate, as it seems, has brought you to me and I intend to unbind you Soon you will see the old world, but with me by your side, creature of the bayou." She leaned down and then puckered her lips; with a bend she was close to his own lips with speed But she did not know how this would end, this odd show With a scream and two broken hearts, yes indeed with a scream and two broken hearts |