Freddy the flying frog, not
A frog is not a butterfly
but oh if I had wings
I’d squabble with the sparra’s
and do amazing things
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O’er the roof tops I would soar
the kids would all point at me
“a bird with a shiny green jacket”
you would hear them shout with glee
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Wind beneath, keeping me aloft
over dales and fields and streams
the earth below, my what a view!
hovering, me, fulfilling my dreams
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But diving from my lilypad
is the closest I will get
to that feeling of heady euphoria
so my dreams I had better forget