Frogs,
we know, are like the otter:
sometimes
on land, sometimes in water.
(The
word to use is amphibious,
but
today that seems far too serious!)
These
beasts have never met a pond
of
which they were not very fond:
after
they hatch, they live in the drink—
they
swim like fish and will not sink!
We
call these babes the polliwogs,
and
til they graduate as frogs,
they
use their gills instead of lungs--
and
have not grown those great big tongues;
which
help a lot, we shall surmise,
to
catch a lunch of tasty flies!
The
smaller frogs will make a peep,
while
bull frogs have a croak that’s deep;
and
unlike you, I think the frog
would
say that heaven is a bog!
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