The Frog in the Pond
Once there was a frog
That hops around the pond,
From Lilies to Lilies
He makes a happy sound.
He sings and dance
All year round,
In his heavenly world
The joyful pond.
Crickets are cheering
As he bounces up and down,
Fire flies shining their lights
As they follow him around.
He echoes in the air
To let himself known,
Singing his song
From midnight till dawn.
Then came one night,
There is silence in the pond;
No flickering lights,
No applauding sound.
Water was polluted,
Cluttered with wastes, bottles and cans;
Lilies barely hanging
On the surface of the pond.
There at the edge of the drying pond,
The once happy frog,
Lying motionless with his back on the ground.
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