Frog! I tell you, we are not so unalike!
You live in pond water, in fear of the pike.
I'll tell you true, there are pikes here too.
They send me flowers, dresses, garlands and jewels.
These suitors ask me for my hand,
though they do not seem to understand,
It wanders across books, through poems, upon the grand,
It strokes and searches time's silken sands.
I do not want to leave this scene,
for fear, for danger, for things unseen,
The pike and I, my small green frog,
dance dangerously, and through the bog.
A smile, a bow, a beguiling mouth,
Underneath, sharp teeth and tongue, turn a picture south.
The jewels and dresses, I care not for,
I would traverse the world, escape torpor.
And escape fear too! Which you know too well,
The fear of these people, the fear of the fell.
The pond you dwell in is a danger yes,
but so too, the pond of government, the pike's finesse.
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