The”Jello Frog” of Lotus Lane

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The Jello Frog of Lotus Lane

In a garden where the lotuses bloom,
Beneath the moon’s soft silver plume,
Lived a frog of wobble and gleam,
A lemon jello dream supreme.

He wasn’t like frogs, green and spry,
For hopping made him jiggle and fly.
“Boing!” went he, with a splat and a quiver,
Landing in ponds to make ripples shiver.

His name was Jiggles, a fitting call,
For he’d bounce like a ball if he’d ever fall.
The koi fish giggled, the turtles laughed,
As he jiggled past on a wobbly path.

He loved to sing in his jello-y croak,
But every time, his voice would soak
The night in tunes that sounded so sweet,
Like lemon pie with a marshmallow beat.

One day, a bee with a honeyed tongue
Asked, “Dear Jiggles, why not be flung
To a bakery, where your squish might delight
In pies or parfaits, under the moonlight?”

Jiggles just chuckled and gave a sway,
“I’m happy right here to wobble and play.
For in this garden of lotus and cheer,
I’m the funniest frog you’ll ever hear!”

So the Jello Frog stayed, in his jiggly groove,
A lemony wonder, with a wriggle to prove:
Life’s sweetest moments are found in the jig,
No matter how wobbly, no matter how big!