One fine and sunny day I took a little stroll
not knowing if I’d spot a rabbit or a mole.
I like to watch those little creatures scurrying about
up and down their paths on their daily route.
But on this day I was in for quite a shock
I saw a shiny green frog jumping in a sock.
I held the sock and he got out to live his life again
I wondered who put him there; they are not his friend.
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