Frog in my pocket
06/1/04
He just sits there in my pocket and doesnt say a word, atleast hes quiet when I talk to him, some people think it's absurd,
I named him jesse after my dog who had died, my very own freind removed from the log and kept by my side,
By a pond down the old railroad tracks is where we met, he did'nt even move and he never got upset,
So in my pocket he went and sometimes he peeks out, once this girl saw him there and she started to shout, I got in trouble for bringing jesse to school, my dad and mom said that was'nt really cool,
They got so mad they made me let jesse go free, I put him down by the pond and now it's just me, he was my only freind and he watched as I walked away,
I bet he'll miss me like I miss him every day, what I would'nt give to see jesse again, I'll always remember how he made me smile, my green lipped freind.