Morgan wrote this poem for her dad while he was in China. She tries to write a poem for him everytime he goes out of town.
The frog sists silently in the bush,
He waits for food to come to him.
The food he finds is not so great,
But the greedy frog gobbles it down.
The little fly he feasts upon
Makes others laugh,
But he laughs to himself, and thinks,
They'll be starving for dinner,
And I'll be feasting upon flies.
He eats happily and thinks
about what treaseure he has.
"The real tresures in life are the ones all around,
I have more than enough with this tasty fly,"
Thinks the satisfied frog.
20 hours ago