The Parable of Two Frogs
Two frogs fell into a can of milk,
   Or so I've heard it told;
The sides of the can were shiny and steep,
   The milk was deep and cold.
"O, what's the use?" croaked Number One,
   'Tis fate; no help's around.
Goodbye my friend! Goodbye, sad world!
   And weeping still, he drowned.
But Number Two, of sterner stuff,
   Dog-paddled in surprise,
The while he wiped his milky face
   And dried his milky eyes.
"I'll swim awhile, at least," he said...
   Or so I've heard he said.
"It really wouldn't help the world
   If one more frog were dead."
An hour or two he kicked and swam,
   Not once he stopped to mutter,
But kicked and kicked and swam and kicked
   Then hopped out, via butter!

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