Gotta Watch Your Greenbacks
The jungle,
All leafy glory in one deadly place.
A boastful frog, his monotone drowning out all around him.
Each jungle bird jockey's for a spot in the song,
All syncing to the ripple of the stream.
The arrogant frog, with his ramblings.
Thwarts the beautiful song.
How unhappy is he?
poem by Nightmist Moonshade
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