I'M a frog with a shanty built over each eye, And a terrible push when I get on a hump; There's very few reptiles that's one-half so spry Or can come up along side o' me on the jump. I'm a frog when the other birds take to the wing And wander away beneath balmier skies; I belong to the bloated batrachian ring With a pneumatic palate for coaxing in flies. I'm a frog in the fall and a frog when the frost Spreads over the land, and the forests are gray. I'm a frog keepin' house at a very small cost In a dug-out I've built out o' cat-tails and clay. I'm a frog with a green overcoat and a voice That tickles the woods, when the winter's no more. The old folks are glad and children rejoice, At the first tap o' thunder, I let out a roar. I'm a frog living down in the lush of the swale; You all know my voice when I'm looting for game. They call me a cannibal -- what a sad tale. Well, maybe I am; I'm a frog just the same. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IDYLL 16. TO THE EVENING STAR by BION KING AND PEOPLE by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB THE LONELY DOG by MARGARET E. BRUNER MY POLITICAL FAITH by GEORGE FREDERICK CAMERON |