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Two frogs on a lily pad,
saying awful things about the toad.
At least that’s what I’ve been told,
and mean remarks make me mad.

“He’s weird, just look at those warts,
and his skin is so horribly rough”
said one, and as if that wasn’t enough,
the other replied with more ugly retorts.

Two milk cows on the farm,
talking about another in the next stall.
Saying her milk was inferior as I recall,
and other words designed to harm.

Two St. Bernards at the dog show,
discussing the Chihuahua next in line.
“He’s so puny” they agreed with malign,
“No chance” they said, “he can’t even grow”.

Two bright parrots in the pet shop,
conversing o’er a  sparrow they once knew,
didn’t like her feathers, such a boring hue.
“As a bird”, they agreed, “she’s a total flop”

Two co-workers on a lunch break,
talking about another with the same job,
“Look how he dresses, what a dreadful slob”.
Laughing hard, they ate their chocolate cake.

Many things said are hurtful and bring only harm,
and, really, is there any sense to that,
should talking about others resemble combat?
Always best to impart charm not alarm.

Listen up dear readers, large, medium and small,
there’s a moral to this story, as I suspect you knew.
It rings loud and clear, and although trite it’s true,
If you can’t say something nice, don’t say it at all.