Soggy Fries & Pickle

Soggy Fries the watermelon toad,
went on a journey he did,
a journey down the road.

Soggy Fries came upon an ostrich,
the bird was named Pickle,
and Pickle had an itch.

How may I assist Pickle,
thought Soggy Fries,
how ’bout a tickle.

So Pickle was tickled,
and Soggy Fries cried,
cried and cried and cried.

The watermelon toad cried,
tears of joy from helping,
this gave him pride.

They were exchanging pleasantries,
and bidding their farewells,
a meeting of the centuries.

Pickle and Soggy Fries,
friends now for life,
friendships guise.


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