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Frogs live on no evil star

Well shoot, how could they, it would be too hot!

They’d burn their little tootsies, it would be a pain,

And for another thing, on the shuttle there’s no spot,

For any two-inch froggy ass, and like as not,

If there were, no space suits could be found to fit.

And alterations sure would cost a lot.

They got there, let’s suppose that for a bit,

Once there, how would they reproduce?

There’s no pond or creek on Betelgeuse!

Besides, their food is flies, but if they lived upon the sun,

They’d starve; no Diptera are there, not one.

Send a frog to space? You’d have to be insane!

I’d rather be a doggerel-spewing poet!

Oops, I fear that hope is vain.