Raymond F. Rogers
Poem by Raymond F. Rogers
My garden is a safe abode
For a hungry winner.
There a little hoppy toad
Has flies and bugs for dinner. He will look around and jump
For dragon fly or beetle;
When landing, first will fall his rump
Before his little feet'll.
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