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Show FATE OF TWO FROGS Two gay frogs from- Inland bogs, Had spent tho night In drinking,. As morning broko nnd thoy nwoko, Whlto yet their eyes wero blinking, A farmer's pall cama to the swale, And caught thorn quick as winking. Ero thoy could gather scattered sonscs, Or brcntho a prayer for past offenses Tho grangor grave that guileless man Ilod dumped them In tho milkman's can. Tho can filled up, tho cover down, Thoy soon aro started off to town. Tho luckless frogs begin to quako And sober up on cold mllkshako. Thoy quickly find their breath will stop, Unles thoy swim upon tho top. Thoy swim for Ufo, and klek and swim, Until their weary eyes grow dim, Their muscles ache, tholr breath grows short. And gasping, speaks ono weary sport: "Say, dear old sport, It's protty tough To die so young, but 1'vo enough, Of kicks for Ufo. no moro I'll try If, I wns not raised upon milk diet." "Tut Tut, my lad," tho othor cries, "A frog's not dead until ho dies, Let's koep on kicking, that's my plan Wo may yet boo tho outsldo ot this can." "No ubo, no ubo, faint heart ropllod, Turned up his toes and gently died. Tho braver frog, undaunted still, Kept kicking with a right good will, Until with Joy too great to utter, Ho found ho'd churned a lump of butter. And. climbing on this chunk of grease. Ho floated round with greatest easo. Moral: When timos aro hard, no trado In town, Don't got discouraged and go down, But struggle still, no murmur utter. A few moro kicks may bring tho butter. |