by Arthur Guiterman
Oh, the Polliwog is woggling
In his pleasant native bog
With his beady eyes a-goggling
Through the underwater fog
And his busy tail a-joggling
And his eager head agog—
Just a happy little frogling
Who is bound to be a Frog!
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