Sleek and slippery I used to be,
Bumpy and lumpy I am.
Swift little tadpole, that was me.
Now I'm a frog named Sam.
My friends and I used to play all day,
We were always laughing and joking.
Now I sit on this log all day,
Catching flies and croaking.
Oh, to be once more a young tad!
To no more fill the night with my cries!
To again have a taste of a sweet lily pad
And be done with these yukky old flies!
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"Sam's Song" is very self-revealing.
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You cannot taste a butterfly
For if you did, he'd likely die.
His beauty simply can't be heard
For he never says a word.
Although he's lovely as a rose
He has no fragrance for your nose.
And please don't touch him, oh, don't dare
His fragile wings will surely tear.
But watch him dancing as he flies
And you can love him with your eyes.
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A black and yellow bumblebee
Came upon my nose to sit.
And when we parted company
My nose grew red and swelled a bit.
I didn't cry, I understood
She wasn't trying to be mean.
And though a red nose isn't good
It could be worse-it could be green!
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Silly looking kitty cat
Tiger-striped with black and gray
Playing tawny jungle beast
Stalking ant and cricket prey.
Tail a-twitch and crouching low
You lurk behind the kitchen door.
Muscles tensed you wait until
A dust ball blows across the floor.
Then with unsheathed claws you leap
Your victim can't escape you now.
And when the mighty deed is done
You purr and preen and shout "Me-ow!"
S.Stanton