on why it is necessary to talk kindly to frogs by Rg Gregory
i met a frog in my garden today lurking under a stone - it said there used to be a pond here i know i said i had to dig it up
pity said the frog and looked at me as if i was the thickest mortal a garden without water it croaked is worse than a tongue without spit
there's a pond next door i said you could get there in two short hops the frog eyed me with green contempt next door it said is not where we are
that night there was a full moon it came and sat on my hedge there used to be a frog here it said what have you done to upset it
i hate frogs that talk i complained moon eyed me with silver contempt you can't treat frogs like that - repent i beg you or you'll end up cursed
it tipped backwards off the hedge and plopped into next door's pond such a cackle of frog's song then moon shone brightly in the water
no frog came back to the stone moon stayed away from my garden so (guiltily) i built a pond - something keeps draining the water
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