the frog and the wig

the poor frog, he sat on a log, wondering about the hare, the hare with fur so long and thick he was warm anywhere, the poor frog was so bald and so green, to change this he decided to remake his scene, he started with grass but this did not work for it blendid in with his skin. nor did moss or bark or thread, for the thread was just too thin, he hopped along and found a song coming from a shop, went inside and to his surprise it 'twas a shop of wigs, brown wigs blonde wigs even wigs of red, so he tried each on and before long got tired of all he had spent, he hopped on home and came to a dome where there were birds who were flitting all about, big ones skinny ones even those who were stout, they told the little frog that feathers were better than fur, but when the little frog wanted some they sent him on his way, the frog discouraged went on to the swamp, after wallowing in sadness he saw the hare again, the hare had heard about his sadness and decided to help him out, he gave the frog a little wig that he had made himself from peices of his own fur, with this the frog was happy and thanked the hare and he hopped along happy as can be for the hare had given him hair