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When I was just
a girl of ten,
I knew this boy
whose name was Ben.

He only played
with his pet frog,
whom he had raised
from pollywog.

He cared not what
the kids all said,
he only cared for
his frog Fred.

He took his pet
each day to school,
even though
that broke the rule.

Fred could croak,
his ABC's,
and read Shakespeare
aloud with ease.

Ben was proud
of his small bud,
all green and slimy
and caked with mud.

One day wee Fred
got under foot,
and Ben did crush him,
with his boot.

He stood there stunned,
and horrified,
at how his friend
had croaked and died.

Next day his folks,
bought Ben a doggy,
to take the place
of Fred the Froggy.

He bought green paint
and sprayed the dog,
then taught it how
to croak like frog.

The froggy-doggy,
became his friend,
and this tall tale
has come to end!

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