In a puddle left from last week's rain,
A freind of mine whose name is Joe
Caught a tadpole, and showed me where
Its froggy legs were beging to grow.Then we turned over a musty log,
With lichens on it in a row,
And found some fiddleheads of ferns
Uncoiling out of the moss below.We hunted around, and saw the first
Jack-in-the-pulpits beginning to show,
And even discovered under a rock
Where spotted salamanders go.I learned all this one morning from Joe,
But how much more there is to know!
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