Star Frog: Squark The Ridder's Angels Sing
It was a night upon December, coldest month of the year
All the animals in New York sing with cheer
But there was one sad animal whom could not get in the spirit
As after a fateful night with the doctor, he was tested to his limit
"Are you sure it's right doctor? Are you sure it's terminal?"
"I'm afraid it is Slippy, this news is not superbibal."
The Toad stood upon marble steps, and knocked upon the oaken door
"Hello, hello, Mr. Fox. I know we agreed to talk never more."
"Then why are you here? You awful waste of space."
"...I don't have much time left."
The Fox looked down upon the man he'd despised all those years
And for once in his life, the mean old Fox was brought to tears
"I-it's cold outside, isn't it? Why don't you come on in?"
"Sure thing old friend, but please don't call me Slippy – never liked that nickname much, anyway. Call me Perrigan."
Atop the gravel and soil, the old Toad stood, remembering old friends
"Alas, old Ridders, I feel I must tie up loose ends."
"Amongst a hail of bullets, I never got to say goodbye."
"Alas, old Ridders, I could never muster up the courage to cry."
And atop his grave he place his old police badge, a sign of old Ridley's pride and the old Toad's shame
To remember him, and his old comrads – especially Mike Dawson of Darkseed Fame
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have one last person to see."
"An old chum of all of ours...but especially me."
The old Toad...finally visited the old Pig.
In that shitty piss-stained apartment they shared, that once seemed so big.
"My Christmas present? - You ate up the ginger balls?"
"Well I'm sorry old mate, but you know how nature calls."
The old Toad stared at his long time friend
And he found in himself a selfish request, not to tell him t'was the end
For he'd like nothing more to spend one last night with this man, as if nothing had changed
And so they talked through the night, talking about a future that could not be arranged
"I never did give you your present, did I ol' Piggers?"
"No, you fucking didn't. You're worse than ol' Ridders."
"It's a chronicle of all our adventures, right up to this very day."
"A book about two blokes? My old frog – that's pretty gay!"
The old Toad gave off a wistful chuckle over the old Hog
Pigma dusted off the book – a chronicle called: Star Frog
"Now I'll have to be off, Pigma. I've got to see the old gang."
"Captain Ridders, Mike Dawson of Darkseed Fame...I guess we're all gonna hang."
"W-what are you talking about, Slippy? Those two are...dead."
"Don't worry old pal. You have a Merry Christmas." And with those last words, the old toad retired to his bed.
FIN.
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