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Ribbit Taunt

There's a frog in my yard  
But you wouldn't know it  
I've yet to see them myself  
Just hear that creaky croak  
The hippity ribbits from the grass  
Not always there, but always there  
Where do they go the days they're silent?
I've looked through my windows
Straining my eyes trying to see them  
Just to prove to my mind they're real  
But they must be the exact shade as the grass  
Or the color of the numerous shaggy mosses  
They must be small little ones, so hard to see  
Teasing me with their happy sounds
Written by BlueBeastGirl (Beasty)
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Author's Note
I swear there are frogs, but I havent seen them yet.
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