There once was a frog named Alfred, a very popular frog was he,
But one day when out exploring, alone where no frog had been,
He hopped and hopped and hopped some more, yet seemed to not know where he be,
Scared and frightened in the heat of the sun, he spies a terrible bird in a tree,
Its beak razor sharp and eyes set to kill, poor Alfred saw no place to go,
However not far away came a girl and a boy, who spotted the frog in the road,
They saw his distress and the mean old back crow, although the boy did think Alfred a toad,
But of course Alfred was no toad, but a frog who just needed to get home,
So the boy and the girl scooped him up and the evil crow's dinner was gone,
They approached some watery reeds and knelt down nearby,
and poor Alfred hopped back in his pond,
Alfred was so grateful to be back home,
that he told all his friends of the adventure he'd been on,
He said they must be more wary of the world beyond,
and that things can sometimes go wrong,
Lucky that little Alfred was picked up in time,
or who knows what may have happened, a terrible crime?
But the boy and the girl made all quite sublime,
and alas here ends the story I've burn out my rhymes,
Chime, dime, hydrated lime, mime, prime and mother of thyme.
Yours Joe
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