The Cursed Frog Prince

There once was a frog who sat on a log,
And, oh, so grumpy was he.
He sat and he sighed as the world passed him by,
Cold, wet, and green.
He once was a prince with nice girls and fine gents,
And life was all he dreamed;
But the witch saw his pride so big no one could hide
So she cursed him unbreakably.
His only way to go back was to find a girl that
Could kiss him to set him free.
So he grumbled and croaked, set a lily pad afloat,
And sat on a log by a stream.
Then a song he heard from blue eyes and blonde curls
Filled his heart with glee.
When he caught her hear, he asked her in fear
If she would kiss him and set him free.
"No way!" said she, "I know who you've been."
Now life looked, oh, so bleak.
But I know the true cause, you know I saw it all:
No girl likes a bump on a log.

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