MMM Frog Legs
I went to the pond
Was feeling rather hungry,
Gunna catch me a frog
He was trying to be chummy.
I glared into
His glazed over eyes,
Tried to get away from me
That wasn't a surprise.
I think he was drinking
In the pub down the street,
I hung him upside down
By his lil froggy feet.
MMM frog legs
Gunna have me a munch,
Maybe I'll pickle some
And have 'em for tomorrow's lunch.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Aug.18/2005
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