The Frog
One fine mid-spring day
The Frog was put into a race
Along the curvy, windy way
She stopped to look and check her pace
And found that all of all the rest
Had gone past the finish line
Depressed that she had not been best
She sat in the road and started to whine
" Why me?" she said, "I never win!"
An old Camel stopped and turned his head,
"You lost?" he asked, "Then try agin!"
The Frog looked at him and exclaimed,
"I’ve never won anything on my own!"
Hotly the Camel turned and flamed,
"You can’t make it all alone!"
The Camel left and the Frog sighed,
"I lost, I lost, what am I to do?"
A passing Snail softly replied,
" Froggy, are you racing too?"
The Frog looked down and loudly cried,
‘Yeah, I lost! Now Snail, goodbye!"
The Snail yelled so he nearly died,
"Well I’m not done yet, but I’ve got to try!"
So the Snail left and slithered away
The Frog stared out after him
And thought and thought and thought all day
Till the sun went to sleep and the stars got dim.
She got on her feet and hopped a hop
A thousand thoughts churning in her head
She hopped and hopped and didn’t stop
She finished her race and went to bed
From then on when she started something she finished it
If she lost she tried again
Slowly but surely she conquered it
Just believe in yourself, my friend.
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1998 CaRmEn (Camel) FrAnCeS (Franky) fOnG (Frog)