“Help me cross that river please” said scorpion to frog
“I can’t float and I’ve no boat and I can’t find a log”
“I’m no log,” said wise old frog and I’ll do no such thing
Every fool in tadpole school has learned about your sting”
“Mr. Frog Oh Mr Frog why would I be so daft
To set sail upon your back then sabotage my craft?”
“Don’t believe those lies you’ve heard - they are prejudicial
We are kin beneath the skin – rest is superficial”
Honey drips from scorpion lips - soothed the frog’s suspicion
Put the creature on his back - started on his mission
Swimming like a frog possessed - braved the raging torrent
Worried, frazzled and distressed by his thoughts abhorrent
Trust makes way for treachery when evil is about
If sin is with in the skin be sure that sin will out
Roads to hell are often paved - by folks’ good intentions
Rusty nails or sting tails -poisonous extensions
Halfway to the far-off shore - scorpion stung the frog
“What the hell?” the frog did yell - with twisted face agog
“Now you’ve gone and doomed us both - what’s your evil plan”
“Sorry kid,” the scorpion said - “I guess that’s how I am”.
Hell’s a place that’s never full - always room for more
Faces that you recognize who all delight in war
They sit by a blazing fire - lit by flaming coals
Drinking ales and telling tales and eating toasted souls
Frog was killed by virtue and the scorpion by sin
Such a shame but life’s a game that sometimes you can’t win
Never trust a silver tongue that tugs upon your heart
Male or female old or young may hide a deadly dart
Frogs aren’t rich but they enrich the world in which they live
Creatures that are last to take and always first to give
Frogs end up in paradise - on golden logs they lie
They eat slugs and dine on bugs that they see flying by
“What’s the moral of this tale?” I hear you inward say
It’s advice so you think twice at work or play each day
Heed folks needs and do good deeds and go that extra yard
While you do be sure that you are always on your guard
