The frogs wait
Hoping for the falling durians
The smell in the air
The gifts will sing its glamour
They wait for the popular ones
Musang King or Black Thorn
It is highly price by the locals
The value it brings to the table
The way of the frogs
Is to croak loud and clear
When the durians fall
They will jump out of the lotus leaves
The frogs have no rules
It's the wealth they prefer
How they barter trade it
Every one wants to know
The frogs wait
Sometimes they don't get any
It is part of life
Not everything can be barter traded
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