He's out there.
He's out there right now.
Again.
He's looking for you-know-who (spelled f-r-o-g).
But, I told him that you-know-who is you-know-GONE.
He can't believe that Herb has crept away as silently as the "H" in his first name.
He can't accept the fact that his muse would leave without saying goodbye.
He can't imagine life without his little buddy.
Yeah, ol' Herby Boy hopped the froggy freight train outta here.
Herbalino rolled up his lily pad and checked out.
Herbidatious Maximus has other ponds to conquer.
Herbaby has other creeks to croak.
He'll probably come back next year,
but in the meantime...
What'll I do
when you
are far away
and I
am blue
what'll I do?
I know just how Irving Berlin felt when he wrote that.
Monday, August 4, 2008
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Beautifully done, but in my defense you should know I wasn't thinking of a frog when I wrote that song. Sincerely, Irving
Meri! Please take a break from the garden and write something! Your legions of fans await...
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