Once there was a frog named Fog.
Small and green, he lived a bog.
While all the other frogs liked to to chase after bugs, Fog preferred to sit in his old rotten log.
He would sit, and sit, and sit.
And whenever a fly would dart by, he'd fling his tongue at it!
And so Fog lived his days in the bog, patiently sitting in his log.
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