Two Frogs

Given the recent nature sounds keeping me awake every night, I’m reminded of this poem.  I know it’s a re-run, but I find it to be a good reminder every now and then.

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 around.
Goodbye my friends. Goodbye sad world!”
And weeping still, he drown.

But Number Two, of sterner stuff,
Dog-paddled in surprise
The while he wiped his creamy face
And dried his creamy 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!


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