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The problem with bogs, logs, and frogs being so great is that other things in nature get jealous, or feel bad about themselves:




I am a sad toad
Dry skin, clammy underneath
Full of ugly warts




Smothered in dry heat
Abrasiveness prevents friends
No hugs for the cacti




Reefs filled with nice fish
But salt stops true happiness
I long for green frogs