A
frog sat on a lily pad,
A shiner lay beneath;
The
frog sang loud his “jug o’ rum”,
And showed his new false teeth.
“Come
sit beside me,” said
the frog,
“It’s
dry and warm up here;”
“Nay
nay,” the shiner said to him,
“You’re hungry, so I fear.”
A
boy close by heard what was said,
And dropped his hook in there;
And
soon the shiner on the bank
Lay gasping in despair.
“Ha
ha!” the frog cried gleefully,
“A foolish fish, ho ho!
If
you had sat beside of me,
You would not suffer so.”
The
boy then threw the shiner back,
It was too small to fry;
Then
whirled his hook and caught the frog
And quickly home did fly.
c.
Oct. 1, 1899
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