by T.C. Hamlet
Two frogs fell into a can of cream,Or so I’ve heard it told;The sides of the can were shiny & steep,The cream was deep & cold.
"O, what’s the use?" croaked Number One,"’Tis fate; no help’s around.Goodbye, my friends! Goodbye, sad world!"And weeping still, he drowned.
But Number Two, of sterner stuff,Dog-paddled in surprise.The while he wiped his creamy faceAnd dried his creamy eyes.
"I’ll swim awhile, at least," he said-Or so I’ve heard he said;"It really wouldn’t help the worldIf one more frog were dead."
An hour or two he kicked & swam,Not once he stopped to mutter,But kicked & kicked & swam & kicked,then hopped out...