The Golden Frog
In the path that goes down the road
I saw walking, a little toad
With his mouth full of gold
Wasn't money, but a secret he told
He made me see things I haven't before
He uttered about things of yore
And me, naive, cried, “My poor core!”
Shall my past leave me nevermore?
I ran as far as I could go
With my demons seeking my soul
I searched high and low
Everyplace the wind can blow
But the toad, found me once more
And revealed my soul`s hidden lore
That I saw, at my soul's shore
There, just at my fore
Was the answer to all my fear
I see my purpose, now and here
I should go searching for my dear
Or for a fine glass of beer
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