Frog Future - Poem by Ima Ryma
A frog called the psychic hotline,
Endeavoring to find out whence
He'd meet a young girl with the sign
That her kisses would make him a prince.
The psychic's crystal ball did show
That soon a young girl would appear,
And all about the frog she'd know.
This news put the frog in good cheer.
'Will I meet her at a party? '
'Will she just happen to come by? '
'Will she know when she does find me? '
From the psychic came this reply,
'You will meet this lovely young lass, '
'Next week in biology class.'
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