Me and the Frog...
I was very young when I made my first pot of gumbo
the whole community was in shock
growing up in the poor city of New Orleans
there was voodoo on every block
I danced with a handsome musician one day
but I was in a rush
I did not think too much of it
and little did I know that he would be my fairytale crush
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