A Hoppy Little Froggie
A hoppy little froggie is as happy as can be,
Jumping on his lily pad and smiling back at me,
Catching flys and insects with his tongue so very long,
He’s quite a rare Olympian as he flys across the pond.
His legs, they were commended, when he jumped across the street,
I spied a Russian lifeguard when he needs something to eat.
"Pray tell the green amphibian?" Said the tall Slavokian man.
"He's fast asleep your highness, we'll stick him in the pan!"
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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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