Es machen sich die Fliegen
Ein luftig Tanzvergnà¼gen.
Der Frosch, der denkt: Nur munter!
Ihr kommt schon noch herunter!
Up high, the flies are playing,
And frolicking, and swaying.
The frog thinks: Dance! I know
You'll end up here below.
Impending Doom
Wilhelm Busch
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Poem topics: dance, frog, high, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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