A poem by T.C. Hamlet
Two frogs fell into a can of cream,
or so I heard it told.
The sides of the can were shiny and steep,
The cream was deep and cold.
"Oh, what's the use?" Croaked number one,
"'Tis fate, no help around.
Goodbye, my friend. Goodbye, sad world,"
And weeping still he drowned.
But number two, of sterner stuff,
Dog-paddled in surprise.
For a while he wiped his creamy face
And dried his creamy eyes.
"I'll swim a while, at least," said he.
Or so I heard it said.
"It really wouldn't help the world
If one more frog were dead."
An hour or two, he kicked the swam,
Not once did he stop to mutter.
But he kicked and kicked and swam and kicked,
Then hopped out via the butter.
So there are only two types of frogs in the world: those who do and those who don't...just like their are only two types of people in the the world. Which type are you??? |
