There lived a frog, singing tunes like a dream,
And nearby a fox—you’d think had a scheme.
But no scheme was made, just joy in his heart,
As he heard the frog’s tunes play like fine art.
He sat from afar, just trying to hear,
Then crept a bit closer, drawn in by the cheer.
The frog took notice and called out in fright,
“No, Fox! Don’t eat me!” he croaked in the night.
But the fox simply smiled, enjoying the sound,
As the melody danced and echoed around.
He said, “Oh no, sir, there’s no need to fear—
It’s your beautiful song I just wanted to hear.”
The frog was surprised—he’d sung for himself,
Unaware of the joy it had brought someone else.
“Thank you,” he said, “dear Mr. Fox,
I’ll sing you another from here on these rocks.”
The fox gave a grin, his heart feeling light,
Thinking, “I can’t wait for your next song tonight!”
So the frog and the fox sat under the moon,
Sharing their evenings in sweet, gentle tune.
No hunger, no fear—just notes on the air,
Two souls in the forest, a musical pair.
-Fox
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