Only three remain
It looks as though they will not make it
Before the coming rain
That big crocodile waits patiently
For them to come his way
It looks as though he's going to have
Those angel fish today
But wait here comes a gust of wind
As I sit upon this log
The crocodile is changing
Into a harmless frog
It looks as though the fish are smiling
Maybe all along they knew
The crocodile would not get them
The magic wind had told those fish
And calmed them with a clue
~Moses~
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