THERE was a frog swum in the lake, The crab came crawling by; 'Wilt thou', quoth the frog, 'be my mate?' Quoth the crab, 'No, not I.' 'My skin is smooth and dappled fine, I can leap far and high, Thy shell is hard: so is not mine.' Quoth the crab, 'No, not I.' Then spake the crab, 'Tell me, therefore, Or else I thee defy!' 'Give me thy claw, I ask no more.' Quoth the frog, 'That will I.' The crab bit off the frog's fore-feet: The frog now he must die! To woo a crab it is not meet: If any do, it is not I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HERO-WORSHIP; SONNET by AMY LOWELL TO SIR HENRY CARY by BEN JONSON UPON A WASP CHILLED WITH COLD by EDWARD TAYLOR |