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I spoke to a frog the other day.
He said he knows the water’s getting hotter -
But that’s what needs to happen.
He told me what it was to be a frog,
How a tadpole grows a tale
And the glory of the pond.
How the birds were pests.
Coming over here - building nests.
We should stop them comin’ to the pond,
There’s nothing wrong with birds per se;
A lot of his friends have wings he says.
There’s just not enough food to go around
And birds eat more than frogs you see.
It’s how they’re built, naturally -
That’s what the chef told me.
The water started boiling.
As the table gathered cloth
In the tradition of those chosen,
The chef carried out his service
Until the spread ruled supreme.
This fruit of ivory waits to eat
Settled on my rightful seat
A banquet,
Of frog and bird-meat.
