Let the bullfrog croak
Muted by the swirling wind of the night,
Muffled by the waking day light.
Dance but don’t trip on your floating cloak.
Tomorrow is never for us to know
Thus today is the sure way to go.
Today you smile with rare brilliance,
Let’s wallow in its ambiance.
Today is not a day to leave,
Let your breast, to the tune of your beating heart, heave.
Tomorrow’s grave may laugh in anticipation of our company,
Let’s spend today wisely like our last penny.