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Dreamed of cuisine that would leave folks in awe.
He cooked on a log by a bubbling bog,
Stirring a stew with a spoon and a cog.
He flipped flying flies in a hot frying pan,
While humming a tune like a true kitchen man.
A sprinkle of spice, a jump and a twirl,
The frog chef served soup to a sleepy old squirrel.
"Delicious!" they cried, "What’s next on the shelf?"
"Fried dragonfruit toast!" croaked the frog to himself.