In the wee afternoon
A frog jumped out of the pond
The summer heat too hot to stay
Leaving his eggs all behind
The big eyes turning
He wants to join the big league
Many say it is where fortune is made
He licks his lips in the summer heat
On the side road he observes
The placards and notices hold
Many sweet young women parade
On the shadowy shades
He likes what he sees
The wearing sins bewitching his eyes
He rubs it a few times to make sure
What he sees isn't a mock up parade
In the wee afternoon
A frog jumped out of the pond
The summer heat too hot to stay
When he hears about fortunes to be made
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