Far from a tree,
A bird sings a morning song.
It says -“How do you do? It ain’t my first song”.
Far from the tree,
A small frog leaps,
Croaks a lot,
And jumps a bit.
Its mother tells it always,
“Be near me always,
And don’t go roaming,
Like the other frogs who are roaming around scot free.
Far from a tree,
Lives my friend,
Karl,
Who is always present and ever happy.
Adios!
