Skippy the Frog
Skippy the frog alone on his pad,
Admiring his reflection as if his dad.
His frog legs are strong as he jumped so high,
Landing on a turtle he missed the fly.
Thomas the turtle, scared half to death,
As he plunged under the water with barely a breath.
Skippy the frog, laughing, as hard as he could,
Thinking Thomas the turle was a piece of wood.
But laughing at someone he had hurt,
Thomas the turtle ate green desert!
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