At the small fishing pond, there was a bunch of rocks
Trying to be furthest while skipping on water
Throwing weirdly sideways to get the bounce hotter
Challenging for a dare as the forward of clocks

The frustrated young lad lost his bid to glory
The most unthinkable that he must execute
A leap, a giant step towards the leaking root
Kissing the princess toad will be his weak story

As the others capture, smelly long-legged reptile
One by one they chuckle to your red cheek disgrace
Establishing moment for your wearisome pace

Preparing for assault as her darts projectile
The act is satisfied to the crowd's glee and cheer
He leaves his head up right, policy of no fear.