My circular house
Wall of red brick
A personal swimming pool
Open ventilation to keep me cool
Own hunting grounds
Full of priced prey
A mud spa
Extraordinary view of stellar stars
Born a frog
Brought up in my well
Ribbit my emotions Ribbit my cry
For all my effort, I earn a fly
Single thought on my mind
Commanding dedicated attention of my grind
Strong, mighty, talented I
Lord please could you gimme a fly
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