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Once a little Frog
Sat a-croaking on a log,
Oh, a very funny frog was he!
For he longed to be a tar
And go journeying afar,
Seeing wonders on the deep blue sea.
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One night—oh, it was dark!—
A bit of birchen bark
Went a-drifting slowly down the stream;
And in this light canoe
Lay the little froggie, who
Imagined he was floating through a dream.
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But my! when he awoke,
His astonishment he spoke
In language that all froggies understand;
His mouth he opened wide
And he cried, and cried, and cried,
Although he wasn’t out of sight of land.
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The journey soon was o’er,
And the froggie jumped ashore,
As happy and as frisky as could be;
And on a mossy log,
Sits that now contented frog,
And never, never, wants to go to sea!