Tuesday, April 23, 2013

The Frog

This sublime poem was sent to me by Tenth elder Hugh Taylor.

The Frog

What a wonderful bird the frog are.
When he stand, he sit almost:
When he hop, he fly almost.
He ain’t got no sense hardly;
He ain’t got no tail hardly, either.
When he sit, he sit on what he ain’t got almost.

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