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Frogs

 

Let us all now sing of frogs, of God's great green

And slimy gift to us. Confuse them not

With toads. They don't spread warts and don't steal cars.

Their legs taste just like chicken but they're so

Much more than food. They tell us things. When frogs

Are scarce, or when they have three eyes, we know

The earth is sick. And when we really need

A jolt they'll fall down from the sky on us

Like ping pong balls on Captain Kangaroo.

The frogs rained down in Egypt and they rained

In California too. Their exodus

Out of the sky could happen anywhere.

They'll rain down south and break the branches of

Magnolia trees. They'll rain up north into

The River Charles beside a fort some boy

Has made. They'll fall on sinners of all stripes,

On those who lied, on those who stole, on those

Who ate too much. And in the aftermath, with cars

And sidewalks stained a festive red and green,

We all are awed and humbled by the sight

Of God's great green and crimson slimy gift.

 

 

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