The Spring

A little mountain spring I found
That fell into a pool;
I made my hands into a cup
And caught the sparkling water up —
It tasted fresh and cool.

A solemn little frog I spied
Upon the rocky brim;
He looked so boldly in my face,
I'm certain that he thought the place
Belonged by rights to him.
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