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There once was a poke-a-dot frog named Lamont.
Who was always eating what he should not.
Often his search for that taste so rare,
Caused indigestion that he could hardly bear.
With lots of flies, knats, and bugs galore,
The river bank was his grocery store.
A hop of the legs and a flick of the tongue,
And Mr. Lamont had dinner on the gum.
Although this daily diet was nature's fast-food.
Our frog craved a menu with a new attitude.
So his search began for that special gourmet treat.
Anything was better than raw meat, meat, meat.
Perhaps some "veggies" of moss and river weed,
Sautéed in butter, would be his new frog feed.
Add a little salt and pepper with some garlic on the side,
Lamont would let taste buds be his pallet's
guide.
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