Hello,
My name is Viola,
And welcome to this poem story that I have written for little ones.
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Thanks so much.
I call this poem,
Molly the Frog.
There once was a frog named Molly who lived by a blue crystal lake.
She was the youngest of four brothers,
All with strong jumping legs.
Molly was not an ordinary frog.
She was plump and shiny green.
She spent her days sunbathing on a lily pad,
The sweetest,
Prettiest frog you'd ever seen.
If you listened and were still and quiet,
You could hear the frogs chatting away in the meadows.
Ribbit,
Ribbit,
Was the noise they'd make down by the blue crystal lake.
After the rain,
They kicked their hind legs and dug little holes in the ground.
There they stayed,
Close together,
Cool in the heat of the summer and warm in the winter cold.
They felt safe by the lake and gave out a tiny yawn,
Closed their eyes,
Said night-night and fell sound asleep and didn't wake up until noon.
