Way down South

In the Okefenokee,

There sat a sad frog

Who felt a bit pokey,


The frog had many

Sad memories to nurse,

As he pondered his fate

In the universe,


He had lost all his friends

Which was really bad,

But he’d also just lost

His mom and dad,


So, he sat there

In a cool, dense fog,

A lonely, little frog

Sitting on a log,


Then, much to his surprise,

Before you can say “giblet,”

There sat, before his eyes,

A girl frog, who went “ribbit!”


Now, the little frog

No longer felt pokey,

Had he found a new friend?

Okey, dokey!   😊

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