O mighty bog, where verdant warriors dwell, In shadowed depths, your secrets softly swell, With ​croaks and whispers, ancient songs you sing, A primal force, from which all life does spring.

Beneath your murky veil of emerald green, Lie mysteries and truths, both fierce and keen, The frogs, ​your sentinels, with eyes so bright, Guard realms of purity, against the blight.

They rise, these champions, from pools and reeds, A legion bound by ancient, noble creeds, In unison, ​they croak their battle cry, Against the scourge, against the human lie.

O sacred bog, you hold the line so true, Against the greed that seeks to poison you, Your waters pure, ​your essence undefiled, A sanctuary, both ancient and wild.

From muck and mire, your strength does ever grow, A testament to what the earth does know, That ​balance lies in nature's steady hand, And wisdom in the creatures of the land.

O gorious bog, in you we place our trust, To fight the force that turns all life to dust, May your frogs ​leap forth, with might and grace, And cleanse the world, and save the human race.

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