Without A Thought

A lily pad home and a lunch of flies.
We eat the bugs, and show clean air,
And we disappear,
Without a thought, or a hand raised to help
From those we protect.
Frogs are small, large and in between,
Some like to hide and others preen,
But all come out when the moon is high,
To jump and swim while humans are nigh.
Save the Frogs, is what I say!
We need the frogs to come out and play,
For without the frogs there is no aura,
Without an aura there is no us!

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