  Two little frogs their legs began to turn, Haply leaped and jumped into a churn. The churn was filled about half full Of milk from which we our butter pull. One frog to his mate did say:— “We’re here to stay and can’t get away. Now you may paddle and your head addle, But I’ll bebobdaddle if I’ll saddle On myself the task to get out of the flask, I’m going to die, and no use to cry, So good-bye,” and down he went dead. The other made no reply, but paddled ahead And paid no heed to what the first had said. By and by a big chunk of butter came And, upon the same froggie rode Feeling the load off his mind throw’d. In a short time there came a grunting swine Walking slowly up out of his grime, And shaking off his slime, rooted the churn over, Letting little froggie jump in clover.
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