Short of frogs
While picking litter one lovely spring day
I met a little girl, mother too, along Biddulph Valley Way
She said: “There’s a frog over there in the water, sitting on a leaf”
It was surrounded by cans and bottles, I could see her grief
There will be tadpoles soon, the next generation
We’re short of frogs, that’s its intention.
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