Ancient Sage and the Great Frog; Part II

The Special at Mog's



He came to the bog

The handsome young thing,

Sauntering through there,

Searching for a sensational fling.



He peeked at the menu,

He liked the decor,

But he had a strange feeling,

He had been there before.



"I have heard of the pizza,

It looks very nice,

I will have it for dinner,

Every delectable slice!"



"Howdy young stranger!"

Said the frog from the door,

"You won't like today's pizza,

You never had it before."



"I demand today's special,

It's advertised everywhere,

That the extra special folks,

Get served it with great care!"



The treat came right up,

Since it was served straight away,

There was no time to rethink,

What happened that day.



He looked with surprise,

At this pizza covered with goo,

It certainly was not the delight,

Shown regularly on Channel 2.





I DO NOT LIKE THIS THING!

IT IS TERRIBLY PLAIN!


LET ME SEE THAT UGLY FROG CHEF!


I HAVE TO COMPLAIN!





So Frog Mog arrived,

And threw him through the fire,

Where he lived a whole life,

In the luscious bog of Quagmire.



He ate uncooked mosquitoes,

Desperately begging for bugs,

This hungry young stranger,

Ate squirming and very juicy grubs.



When he could stand no more,

And he thought he would die,

Someone opened his mouth with pity,

And lovingly squeezed in a fly.



OH MY FROG!

He would cry to the moon,

He would sing sad to be happy,

His songs about pizza ruin.



Finally he accepted the bugs,

And lived as he should,

And became a boggish old man,

This feeling creature of the wood.



Then one day he did pass,

Swaying into the sun,

And returned to the place,

Since his pizza was now warm and well done.



They were awaiting his arrival,

Greeting him happily at the door.

He sat at the table feeling

He had been to this wonderful place before,



His good dinner was served right up,

And when he was happily done

He asked for some more,

Because he could not have just the one!



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