Post by donq on Sept 4, 2022 7:52:38 GMT
[FOI-Flash of inspiration/insight]
Dog-paddled warrior
Two frogs fell into a can of cream.
Or so I’ve heard it told.
The sides of the can were shiny and steep.
The cream was deep and cold.
“O, what’s the use,” croaked number one,
“Tis fate; no help’s around.
Good-bye my friend! Good-bye, sad world”—
And weeping still, he drowned.
But number two of sterner stuff,
Dog-paddled in surprise,
The while he wiped his milky face
And dried his milky eyes.
“I’ll swim awhile at least,” he said—
Or so I’ve heard he said.
“It really wouldn’t help the world
If one more frog were dead.”
An hour or two he kicked and swam,
Not once he stopped to mutter
But kicked and kicked and swam and kicked
Then hopped out, via butter.
