The pond is drying
The frogs will feel afraid
The days will be unpleasant
They can't hide and play
Though they try
To get into gears of things
Without funding in hand
The frogs will have to croak
Across the street
The market full of funds
If only they can hop over
The pleasant days will come again
So they wait and hope
The leaders can't make their stand
They will have no choice
But to break out and find a life
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