Fleas In Frog - Poem by Richard Lee
Twas late that year to be December
I walked alone without a dog
The airborne ice - I still remember
But more the words - ‘we're fleas in frog'
I turned to glance but no one's there
So journeyed on without a care
That voice once more, I lent an ear
‘We're not up there, we're all down here'
I stooped to see and at my feet
A large green frog emitting heat
He made no sound but muffled shouts
Came from the frog, ‘please let us out'
What's fleas in frog I thus enquired?
Frogs lick them up - as we're required
To keep quite warm - it makes fine eating
A ‘froggy' kind of central heating
I told the frog it seemed quite cruel
The frog replied, ‘for winter fuel,
I had the likes of Ready Breck
Three Shredded Wheat and what the heck
I've had french toast and bacon baps
Enough Pop Tarts I've near collapsed
And nothing goes down with such ease
As ten or fifteen bouncing fleas'
He then went on, ‘they're fine in there
If not they'd be in someone's hair
Or in your ear - or I suppose
You'd probably find them up your nose! '
To this refrain I should agree
Fleas in the hair I've had you see
And on the dog I never had
That lasted months and made him sad
So onward with a marching stride
Frog hopped beside with fleas inside
We both felt happy with our pace
Until the sun did show it's face
You see the frog began to lift
The fleas at ease made this quite swift
They heated up and with the thaw
Frog reasons to exist - no more
So if you're walking all alone
With the dog you never had
Remember check both up and down
As fleas in frog is not so bad
In fact they somehow go together
And as the frog begins to lift
Remember there would be less weather
If fleas in frog did not exist
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