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Ditches full of frogs
Strolling down the lane
Bread-and-cheese and hawthorn
pools splashing in the road
drying sun and wind.
Ditches full of frogs
orgies in blissful chorus.
Watching I join in their delight,
spring is here feel it in my groin,
A happy scene. Should I share the joy ?
Hold ! a prince among the crowd,
the walking stick lying in the ditch
brought me down to earth.
Had it achieved its sole ambition ?. . . .
the dream of every walking stick
to help support frail legs;
then, job well done, cast back.
To the hedge, whence it came,
watch, rest and wait another,
take them down the lane,
until they too walk strong.
Bread-and-cheese and hawthorn
pools splashing in the road
drying sun and wind.
Ditches full of frogs
orgies in blissful chorus.
Watching I join in their delight,
spring is here feel it in my groin,
A happy scene. Should I share the joy ?
Hold ! a prince among the crowd,
the walking stick lying in the ditch
brought me down to earth.
Had it achieved its sole ambition ?. . . .
the dream of every walking stick
to help support frail legs;
then, job well done, cast back.
To the hedge, whence it came,
watch, rest and wait another,
take them down the lane,
until they too walk strong.
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