Life of a Tadpole

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How grand it must be 

To live life in pools

Searching for sunny

Places to rule.


To feast like dukes

On algae and leaves

Truly a fluke

To leave this at ease.


Yet so quickly gone

From jelly comes legs

Ending the song

That for many would beg.


But on the land

Comes something new

A little band

Frogish in hue.

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