I met a very arrogant frog.
Thought he knew where the stream was.
Then suddenly confused himself into a maze.
I met a very arrogant frog.
Thought he recognized who his friend was.
Then found himself drowning after getting left by the waves.
I met a very arrogant frog.
Thought he understood how the world runs.
Then realize the world he called was a bunch of caves.
Somehow, I adore that arrogant frog.
Not because how he always enjoy the fog.
Or even how high he jumped above a log.
But because of his confidence and grit.
That made him full of wit.
Because of his courage and resilience.
That made him checked all his due diligence.
I adore that arrogant frog.
Who let himself swam across the pond.
And not afraid of being torn.
