It’s A Frog’s Life

Two frogs fell into a can of cream,
– or so I’ve heard it told.
The sides of the can were shiny and steep,
the cream was deep and cold.
“Oh, what’s the use?” said No. 1,
“’tis fate – no help’s around.
Good bye my friend! Good bye sad world!”
And weeping still he drowned.
But No. 2 of sterner stuff,
dog paddled in surprise.
The while he wiped his creamy face
and dried his creamy eyes.
“I’ll swim awhile, at least,” he said,
– or so it had been said.
“It wouldn’t really help the world,
if one more frog was dead.”
An hour or two he kicked and swam,
not once he stopped to mutter.
But kicked and swam, and swam and
kicked, then hopped out – via the butter.