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.

Ó 1998 CaRmEn (Camel) FrAnCeS (Franky) fOnG (Frog)


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