In a puddle by the trail
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Flips its tiny tail
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Just like a great big whale
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But smaller than a snail
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It's a pollywog in a bog
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Swims under soggy logs
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One day he'll be a frog
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Pollywog in a bog
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Overhead a cedar tree
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Gives the shade he needs
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Munching while he feeds
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On lily pads and weeds
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Knows not where he's from
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Or how his life had begun
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He's not the only one
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And soon he'll breathe through lungs
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It's hard to believe
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With the arms you'll receive
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You'll lift your head
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Above the water and breathe
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Gills shrink away
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And may there come a day
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When you reach the shore
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With a whole world to explore
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Ribbit, ribbit, a tadpole exhibit
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It's a transformation no one can inhibit
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Amphibian change may seem strange
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Take them gills and the tail and they all rearrange
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Out come the legs for the jump, jump
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Hope to the top of the stump, stump
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Out come the legs for the jump, jump
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Hope to the top of the stump, stump
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Where the mud is deep
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Frost will soon creep
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And without a peep
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A frog is fast asleep
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It was a pollywog in a bog
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Swam under soggy logs
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In the morning fog
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Pollywog in a bog
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Pollywog in a bog
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Swam under soggy logs
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In the morning fog
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Pollywog in a bog
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Pollywog in a bog
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Swam under soggy logs
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In the morning fog
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Pollywog In A Bog
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