Mr. Perfect Pond
Richard
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Sunrise paints the lily pads, mist hangs in the
A symphony of crickets chirp, a bullfrog takes the
Not on a throne, mind you, but on a pad so grand
He puffs out his chest, adjusts tie, a microphone in hand
Woke up this mornin', hittin' my back
Hopped down to the pond, for pre-breakfast snack
Took a peek in the water, nearly with glee
Such a sight for sore eyes, the handsome frog you'll see
Emerald skin, webbed feet like of silk
Bulging eyes that never miss a juicy to milk
Muscles rippling, a croak that's pure delight
frog right here, is a truly magnificent sight
The they swoon, the dragonflies they sigh
Even the grumpy catfish, can't help but raise an eye
The newts all date me, the tadpoles wanna play
There's no frog the pond, who's quite as fine as they say
Sure, there's Brenda down the lane, with her long and tongue
And maybe Herbert the heron, looks kinda sleek young
But they ain't got nothin' on me, this pond's my runway stage
And every day's a fashion show, beauty takes the stage
So next time you're feelin' low, like you ain't all that hot
Just remember this frog's story, and the beauty you forgot
Confidence is key, friends, believe it or not
'Cause even a humble frog, can be the fairest in the lot!
Now the tap in time, to the rhythm of my hops
the wise old bullfrog, he admits I'm tops
With wink and a smile, I turn heads every day
Oh, this pond's got style, and I'm leadin' the way