Just a story not a poem about two frogs in a bucket of milk.
Two frogs fell into a bucket of milk,
they kept going and going to get out but suddenly one of the frogs asked the other one ' what is the point if we are both anyway going to drown in milk? I give up! '
The other frog replied to his soulmate of the moment ' listen dude, if you give up now you will indeed be lost but if you keep on trying you never know we will both make it out of here '
only one frog kept going with this tiny legs and he kept going and going for such a long time, exhausted but suddenly there was no need to keep on peddling anymore, all risk of drowning was gone , why? because the milk just turned into butter due his peddling into the milk and now he stands on steady ground and just a jump he made and gone was the frog, he made it out alive!
Because of the way you told this story, I was worried for those frogs, and at the end I felt surprise and relief. I also laughed at myself for falling under the spell of such a silly image. The power of this story reminds me that my heart is still capable of childlike responses.
My 103 mother recites this - does anyone know this poem and its author? ........ And one of those frogs was a blamed bright frog But the other frog was a fool .... And the fool frog sank in the swashing tank ... But the smart frog flew like a tug boat screw And he swore he’d not go down ... And he turned that milk..in a great big butter ball, , , Don’t waste your life in needles strife But let this lesson stick You’ll find old man in the worlds big can It sometimes pays to kick
A free flight of creativity on winged imagination. Well conceived and nicely brought forth. Thanks for sharing Vicky.
Thank you for your valuable time to read this little story and I do hope that it could make anyone that is ever feeling like there is no ' way out ' just think again and find the way out again :) . Kind Regards, V.
and just a jump he made and gone was the frog, he made it out alive! Nice story poem. Loved it. 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
only one frog kept going with this tiny legs and he kept going and going for such a long time, exhausted but suddenly there was no need to keep on peddling anymore, all risk of drowning was gone, why? because the milk just turned into butter due his peddling into the milk Perseverance pays at last. Nice poem shared. 10++