The Secret Life Of The Frog Poem by Amy Sutton

The Secret Life Of The Frog



By day, this well-contented frog
Has made his home on yonder log,
Nipping at flies with rounded ribbit-
Grumble

But I've heard tales of the frog by night,
Lit up in limey lunar light,
As dizzy glow worms dip and tight-
Rope tumble:

In glittering waistcoat and top hat,
Beside a leotarded bat,
The frog becomes an acrobat-
Ic wonder!

This have I heard, but is it true?
The frog will not tell me or you -
Just sits and croaks and leaves us two
To ponder.

Friday, July 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: fantasy
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Short poem for children in the style of T.S. Eliot or A.A. Milne
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