It Pays to Kick

There lived two frogs, so I am told,
In a quiet wayside pool;
One of those frogs
Was a dam big frog;
The other frog was a fool.

Now a farmer with a big milk can.
Was wont to pass that way;
And he used to stop and add a drop
Of the water, so they say.

It happened one morn
In the early dawn,
When the farmer's sight was dim,
He scooped those frogs
In the water he dipped,
Which was a joke on him.

The fool frog sank
In the swishing tank,
As the farmer bumped to town,
But the smart frog flew
Like a tugboat screw,
And swore he'd never go down.

So he kicked and splashed
And spluttered and thrashed,
He kept on top through all.
And he churned that milk
In first class shape,
Into a nice large butter ball.

Now when the farmer got into town
And opened the can, there lay
The fool frog drowned,
But hale and sound, the KICKER;
He flopped away.

Moral:
Don't waste your life
In endless strife,
But let this teaching stick.
You'll find, old man,
In the world's big can
It sometimes pays to KICK.

(by a Jobite on the Canadian Northern)

From New Directions, Feb/91 Vol. 6, No.1

(CX5081)

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