Once there was a small green frog -
     Frankie was his name -
But Frankie just ignored Dad’s words,
     Which really was a shame.

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His father told him: 'You stay here.
     The pond is safe for you,'
But Frankie simply laughed at Dad
     And sought adventures new.

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He hopped along a country lane
     In August’s summer sun.
'It’s quite safe here,' he told himself.
     'I’m having lots of fun.'

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Now Daddy Frog had warned his son,
     But Frankie didn’t care,
Whilst up above a magpie searched
      For food for chicks to share.
      
This story takes a nasty turn:
     The magpie swooped at speed
And Frankie Frog was just the thing
     Her magpie chicks would need.

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Her big sharp beak grabbed Frankie Frog
     And swept him in the air
And though poor Frankie wriggled hard,
     The magpie didn’t care.

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When Frankie looked down from above
       He saw his Dad below.
'Frankie’s gone,' his Dad told all -
     'But where, we just don’t know.'

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Bad luck can change, as well it did,
     For little Frankie Frog.
The magpie had a dreadful fright
     When barked at by a dog.

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She dropped poor Frankie in her haste
    And he fell to the ground,
And then he heard his father shout:
     'It’s Frankie!  He’s been found.'

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That night, how glad was Frankie Frog
     Back in his watery home:
And now he listens well to Dad
     And never more will roam.

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