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Far From A Tree.

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!

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