THE TINY FROG
Oh yes, I must confess,
My life was filled with stress,
As I fussed and cussed around every day,
One day, I drove my truck
In a ditch filled with muck,
I fussed and cussed, and called Triple A,
In that ditch, I saw there,
A tiny frog with blue hair,
I could tell he had something to say,
“Kind sir, please don’t fret,
It’s a lovely day, and yet,
I can tell you are stressing away!”
“You should stop and smell the roses,
And get some mud in your toes-es,
Then, everything will be okay!”
But then, the frog with blue hair
Was no longer sitting there,
I pondered why my life was this way,
Now, like the frog, I smell the roses,
And get some mud in my toes-es
I hope you’ll all do the same every day!
SOUTHERN WRITER 