Where is the King of Ireland? Deep in thought a frog does sit, upon the log to ponder it. Where to jump, what to eat? There's a bug, a snack, a treat. The tongue moves fast, it snaps, its sticks. The bug returns, the frog was quick. Now belly full, the frog is tamed. Jump once, jump twice, jump .. The chicken has now eaten the frog. Tim races after but cannot reach the place of windows racing by at speeds faster than 42 miles per hour. What. Jingle. Pencils write about reliving what pens cannot. Stop and think before buying too many earths. I love birds.