The Crypto Frog of Whispering Glen

The Crypto Frog of Whispering Glen

In the heart of a forest, where moonbeams play,
A savvy green frog works night and day.
Not on lilypads, nor catching flies—
But trading coins 'neath pixel skies.

With a mushroom cap and glowing screen,
She checks the charts of Ethereum green.
Her laptop hums on a stump so wide,
Wi-Fi borrowed from a nearby sprite's guide.

"Buy the dip!" she croaks with flair,
As squirrels stop by to gawk and stare.
"Bitcoin's bouncing, Doge might pop—
But watch that gas fee—don’t let it flop!"

Owls bring rumors of bearish nights,
While fireflies flash candlestick lights.
Foxes offer NFTs of moss,
But our frog knows what’s gain and loss.

With lilycoin stashed in a toadstool vault,
She hedges risks and tracks each fault.
In the forest's hush, her fame has grown—
The blockchain queen on a mossy throne.

So if ever you wander past twilight's bend,
And hear a ping the willows send,
Know that deep where the wild roots wind,
A crypto frog leaves no block unmined. 🐸💸🌿