What a wonderful bird the frog are!
When he stands he sit almost;
When he hop he fly almost.
He ain’t got no sense hardly;
He ain’t got no tail hardly either.
When he sit, he sits on what he ain’t got almost.
(Anonymous British)
More Poetry from Anonymous British:
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- Poetical Reflections On A Late Poem Entitled Absalom And Achitophel (Anonymous British Poems)
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- The Bride's Burial. To The Tune Of The Lady's Fall (Anonymous British Poems)
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