Happy Poetry Month

I can’t think of a better way to begin these days of April than with my favorite frog poem.

What a wonderful bird the frog are!
When he stand 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 sit on what he ain’t got almost.

-Anonymous


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