There once was a frog, he sat on a log.
"I'm bored of this bog, and all of the towns smog."
So he flew threw the sky, so high did he fly,
But at the end of his flight,
He didn't realize his plight,
...For when he touched the ground,
He heard his last sound, and what I later found,
Laying, on the ground.
inspired this ode,
about this poor,
Splattered Toad.
--The credit for this does not belong to me, but oto one of my friends! I post their greatness! >:D--