An amphibian youngster named Fred
Fell out of a tree on his head.
He said to his mom,
Who could always stay calm,
“It’s amazing that I am not dead.
“Since I was a very young toad,
I’ve hated my legs being bowed,
To you I’m divulging
That eyes which are bulging,
I wish were not on me bestowed.
“I am proud I can jump very high
Much better than children who try.
They call this their game;
Leapfrog is its name.
They’re none of them as spry as I.
“The pond which is my dwelling place
Has plenty of good hiding space
From people who’d try
To steal legs to fry,
A custom I find a disgrace.
“I’m bothered sometimes by a miss,
Who hopes when she gives me a kiss,
A prince there she’ll see,
Not ugly like me.
Now what kind of practice is this?
“It’s a very strange diet I’ve got;
Of insects I eat quite a lot.
With spiders slick
And earthworms thick,
None tasting like rich chocolate.”
His mama said, “Freddy, my son,
The game of your life should be run
By making a choice
To raising your voice
In praise to the Almighty One.”
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