He was a tadpole of mine,
Stolen from school and made sublime,
From one in a hundred he was made a unique friend,
I did a bad thing, but created a Godsend,
In my garden he would grow,
What he knew I didn't know,
I fed him meat hung on a string,
Such satisfaction and reward he did bring,
From an ice-cream box, I made a pond in the earth,
I added stones and rocks, he never made a sound,
I saw him jump around and then one day he did something profound,
On his back I saw him, in the water of his home,
I was sad, but this frog was saved,
I recognised him as a friend and companion, maybe it's what this frog craved,
He was looked after day by day,
Though he didn't have much to do or say,
To me, I did a great thing,
To him life I did bring,
And he gave back joy and a smile,
To a child that's going the extra mile!
We'll meet again I'm sure anyhow,
I have no doubt,
Somewhere somehow!
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