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Love Beneath the Morning Glory

In a garden drenched with morning dew,

Two froggies found a love so true.

One wore blooms upon her brow,

The other held the stem somehow.

“My lily-legged prince,” she said with a grin,

“This raindrop roof’s the mood we’re in.”

He croaked and blushed with bulgy eyes,

As thunder rolled through misty skies.

They snuggled close with soggy toes,

While flower-drips kissed down their nose.

No palace pond, no royal ball—

Just petal shade, and love, that’s all.

So if you spot a blushing pair,

Beneath a bloom with rain-slicked flair,

Know love may bloom in storm or sun—

Especially when the croaking’s done.