Once upon a time, there were two frogs who were the
Best of friends. One was weak, and the other was strong.
Like brothers they were to each other nonetheless.
Trouble and adventure they explored to excess.
Often they found themselves where they did not belong.
Hopping around the countryside they did with glee.
When they saw a farmer leave a bucket in front
Of a stable, the two frogs were so curious
To know what was inside it. So they just jumped in.
Fate would have it they committed the gravest sin.
They were nose deep in milk, and they were furious
With each other for having performed such a stunt.
They could not get out. The sides were too slippery,
So they swam, and kept swimming, thinking someone may
Come upon them and rescue them, but it was not
Meant to happen. They continued to swim a lot
For a long time. In survival mode they would stay.
They continued their struggle indefinitely.
Said the weaker frog to the stronger, “We must quit!
No one will come to save us. It is of no use
To go on this way.” He stopped swimming, and he died.
The other kept on swimming because he relied
On his positive outlook. What he did produce
Was butter. Through his motion he got out of it.