The frogs out of the pond
Once they felt the gold
The glittering light in their eyes
Now it was a mirage
They marched
The swamp was dry
They couldn't jump quickly
Time was delayed
So there they were
Croaking loudly of the lost gold
They couldn't get it
All because of the hunter
The nets everywhere
The frogs couldn't jump through
Every effort was a lost cause
Finally they gave up
The dreaming of gold
It wasn't meant to be
They could croak about it
Until they are forgotten
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