Muff

My tiny webbed feet are frozen

this isn’t the life I’d have chosen

but I am a frog

an’ I live in a bog

so what’ss the use of supposin’

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HAUTE CUISINE

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Tadpoles in the frying pan

oh what a lovely treat

lightly fried in butter

they’re a delicacy to eat

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