Speckle-black Toad and freckle-green Frog, Hopping together from quag to bog; From pool into puddle Right on they huddle; Through thick and through thin, Without tail or fin; Croakle goes first and Quackle goes after, Plash in the flood And plump in the mud, With slippery heels Vaulting over the eels, And mouths to their middles split down with laughter! Hu! hu! hex! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE MORNING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SAD SONG, FR. THE CAPTAIN by JOHN FLETCHER PERSISTENCY OF POETRY by MATTHEW ARNOLD UPON MY FATHERS SUDDEN & DANGEROUS SICKNESS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TO LIFE by HELEN TAPPAN BERTHOFF ASPIRATIONS: 3 by MATHILDE BLIND ON THE DEATH OF AN OLD TOWNSMAN by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |