If you walk through the town
You may pass some people with a frown
This is due to their destination
For along the street of fascination
Or so the lyrics of cute say
Mumbling and chanting the pray
For at the end of the cobbled lane
Stands a portal of this plain…..
there once was a frog on a log,
Who sang to quaint ditty,
About his life with his wife in the city
You see she was a little hedgehog
Who loved her mate
But sadly she met an unkind fate
When during labour something went wrong
The nurse hit a gong
And out came a Spikey frog 🐸
Or as I like to call him a Sprog
The curse of meetings strikes again
