Oh, no, my Mother would be angry.
Can you teach me to swim in the pond, little frog?
Oh no, your lovely wings would be covered in mud!
Could you take me to fly in the heavens?
Oh no, I am not allowed to carry a soul.
Will you share your lily pad with me?
Oh no, for surely you will make us sink.
Well, little green, what if I use my wings;
Oh yes! How grand that would be.
You, dangling your cherub toes in the pool
and I jump in to swim ’round your feet!
Oh delight! Mother said I would make
Of course! I wished you
here on the shooting star.
then soar to the heavens from whence I was sent.
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