There was a little Polliwog —
His name was Taddy Pole.
He lived within a little bog,
Beside a crawfish hole.
And all the day did Taddy play
Around a sunken log,
Until he lost his tail one day,
And then he was a frog.
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THE TAIL OF TADDY POLE · Ruth McEnery Stuart · Poetry Cove