Ferdinand Frog was all agog,
He'd seen a female creature green,
And jumping sprightly from his log,
Was goggle eyed and very keen.
He, creeping up, planted a kiss,
Then everything became all blurred,
He should have been feeling utter bliss,
He didn't know what had occurred.
His ego was all bruised and battered,
His body bounced into the road,
And he was absolutely shattered,
For 'she' turned out to be a toad!
Ernestine Northover
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-ego/
