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Lounging by the pond side, a Badger looks on and becomes fool.
An unlikely romance you'd say - to be sure.
For never had there been love as true and pure,
That could prompt an amphibian across the Great Pond,
To create a house of Badger and Frog - a true heart bond.
And so they lived their happiest of days out together.
Even though they were not created of the same feather.
For Time has come and went on to prove,
Why they were the prefect little brood.
Despite warm breeze or cold, clouds or sunshine.
For Weather, neither Frogs nor Badgers do mind.