Junior youth

At my junior youth we heard a story it goes like this.

With a scream two frogs fell into a deep bowl of cream. The first was a persistent kind of soul, but the other took a gloomy role. "we'll drown," he lamented, and with a despairing cry he flung up his legs and said "Goodbye!" Said the first frog with a determined grin, "I can't get out, but I won't give in. I'll swim around till my strength is spent, then, if I must, I'll die content." Bravely he swam to work his scheme and his struggles began to churn the cream. The more he swam, his legs a flutter, the more cream turned into butter. On top of the butter at last he stopped, and out of the bowl he gaily hopped. The end