As a frog goes hoping by,
And you start to scream, shout and cry,
Thunk of the feelings behind the slime,
There probally far from ablime,
A it swims aeiund the pond so mucky,
The feelings inside are well... yucky,
So next time you see a frog,
And want shojt and screa ,
Give it a stroke and a scoop of ice sream.
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