The Wily Crocodile

A crocodile sat crying
By the river one fine day.
His tears fell in the water
And were swiftly swept away;
But as he sat there crying,
From the corner of his eye,
He looked around most carefully
To see what would pass by.
Swimming in the river
Was a juicy little frog,
Who thought the weeping crocodile
Was just a fallen log.
He hopped out of the water
For a rest there by its side,
But as he settled down he saw
The crocodile who cried.
“Come closer,” said the crocodile,
And wipe away my tear.”
The frog jumped backwards quickly
And he answered, “No, my dear.
I’m sure you’d like to eat me
For I know your little game.”
And he jumped back in the water
And was never seen again.
Now listen, little animals,
Here’s something you should know,
Beware the weeping crocodile,
His tears are all for show!

∼ Porter G., Hilda Offen, Pradera, Esme Eve, Alan Jesset, Richard Hooke