The frog knowz

The second he slips off his big-boy pants

Tiptoes into the 5-gallon pot

The frog knowz

He’s bound to die by degrees

Kneeling, gagged

On his bony frog knees

Chortles he to hisself

“

Ha,

at least i aint getting gigged

like any

dirty

nasty

south-of-the-border

crawdad
“

[

from the cheap seats

beaner-crawdad

laughs, slaps his bony knees

all ten of them

if you please

]