The sides of the can were shiny and steep, the cream was deep and cold.
Oh, "What's the use?," said number one. "It's plain no helps around."
"Good-bye cruel world, good-bye my friend." And sadly, he was drowned.
But number two, of sterner stuff, doggy-paddled in surprise.
This as he licked his creamy lips and blinked his creamy eyes.
"I'll swim at least awhile," he thought, or so it's be said.
"It really wouldn't help the world if one more frog were dead."
So he kicked and swam and kicked some more,
And not once did he stop to mutter,
Then out he hopped on the island he'd made,
Out of fresh, churned butter!
Moral of the story: Just keep on kicking---don't you ever give up. Be the frog!