In the stillness of the night when it rains
Haven't you listened to a funny chorus?
Cra…. Cra… Cra…. it goes on rough n' raucous
A ‘music' coming down to us through the air porous
It is frogs who form this nocturnal band
They differ widely in shape and mode
Some, so queer with belly like balloons
And grouped from spotted leopards to ugly toad
They neither bite nor cause any fright
In dark if you walk by the side of a pond
You can hear them jump down with a plop
And their feats, to aquatic contests' correspond
Equally comfortable on land and lake
They prefer to remain under water in day light
With bulging eyes and webbed feet
These slimy creatures are an interesting sight
From behind the floating lily pads
Pops up, here and there an angular face
If you tickle the water with a stick
You can hear them dive down with a hiss
These creatures that feed on flies and bugs
Are in many ways man's beneficial friend
But Alas! They diminish in number year by year
How sad, it is from men, they face the greatest affront
Children who are lost in fairy tales
See in every frog a prince charming
Who is cursed to wear a froggy guise
Until at last redeemed by a princess disarming!
The silence of the night is pleasantly broken
With the ‘Cra'….‘Cra' sound of many a frog
Sonorous though the music be, it has such a lively rhythm
And to this nightly serenade, our ears are ever agog!
Valsa George
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