The Neighbourhood lad.

There was once a neighborhood lad,
he’d go fish for frogs to be glad.
He will play as a king
and the frogs he will fling,
he’ll be happy and the frogs sad.

The frogs went on getting a whip,
they tied him and zipped up his lip,
they lashed him thousand
and made him a husband-
he married the queen of their ship.

Younglan Louis