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Injured FrogJumping from lily pad to lily pad On a nice, warm summer day, The happy frog Was on his way. He made a mistake And landed on a crocodile's head, "You're my lunch now Soon you'll be dead." Why that poor frog tried to get Away form the croc's wide, sharp toothed mouth, Soon that frog Will be heading down south. The little frog Put up a big fight, He punched and licked With all his might. The croc grabbed the frog's leg And swung him around, The frog went flying through the air And hit the ground. The croc ran after him And put one foot on his chest, The frog got himself In one heck of a mess. "Now froggie You are mine, On your weak body I will dine." The frog karate chopped his way out From underneath the croc's foot, He hopped on his head And in the croc's eyes, his fingers, he did put. They were both Battered and bruised, There was no way The frog was going to lose. The frog walked away From the fight, His chops to the back of the croc's head Saved the frog's life. He went back to his house For his life, he did not beg, A bandage was aroung his head In a cast, was his leg. He was on crutches And had a cast on his arm, The croc didn't let the frog Leave the fight unharmed. Copyright © Cynthia Jones May.21/2004 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Send Feedback/Comments
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