Fairy tale stories frog did tell
to Henry the wombat and
Slowpoke the snail, who always left a silvery trail,
about his journey on a rainy day.
“Upon the lake I was sitting,
raindrops started to fall on my head,
the waterlily on which I sat,
swirled me backwards and forwards, close to the river bed.
The direction the wind did blow is where I had to go,
I nearly fell of my waterlily,
which was swirling around and around,
I started to became dizzy.
Holding on to my waterlily very tight,
this was such a plight for me,
floating on the river where I sat alone,
bouncing over stones.
I croaked!, out loud,
Wee! this is fun.
Faster and faster I travelled down the river,
passing snail moving so slow,
I noticed his big eyes could not believe what he did see,
that his friend, was moving so fast.
-At last-
I leapt from my waterlily, onto green grass,
before being swept away by cold wind blowing,
raindrops still falling on my head,
so I sat in the rain for a while.
Frog did say with a smile, I caught a fly on my tongue.
The sun eventually did shine and was kind,
I saw the water had slowed down and
I had lost my frown but not my crown.
All ended well and my journey home was fine”.
The End.
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