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In Loveland, Ohio, the tale is told,
Of frogmen lurking in the cold.
With webbed feet and glowing eyes,
They're said to haunt beneath moonlit skies.
From the banks of the Little Miami River,
They emerge with a stealthy quiver.
Sightings rare, but stories spread,
Of creatures green with skin so slick, it's said.
Some claim they're aliens, others a hoax,
But those who've seen them share their folks.
With scales and tails, and croaking cries,
The Loveland frogmen, a mystery lies.
Legends echo through the town,
Of frogmen wearing crowns,
Of their watery lair, so unknown,
In Loveland, Ohio, a tale to be shown.
So keep your eyes peeled, when shadows fall,
As darkness comes and moonlight calls.
For in Loveland, by the river's bend,
The legend lives on, of the frogmen.