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By Theresa Shulfer
Down by the pond
Where the cat tails grow
There sat two boys
Waiting for snow
They were looking at something
Down in the pond
We didn’t know what
But they were very fond
We saw them look
Even harder this time
At the critter moving
Under the slime
With their butts in the air
“It’s a frog!”
They said,
“Down in the bog!”
Now they sat back
Sitting on the swing
Talking of adventures
Hoping the bee wouldn’t sting
Down by the pond
Where the cattails grow
There sat two boys
Waiting for snow