"OH POLLYWOG MY POLLYWOG!"

he was a prince
good as any to be got
in a fairy story book

you couldn't have
written a better man
eyes like emeralds

she was a princess
although to be fair...a frog
beautiful as any green ever seen

it was their greenness
which drew them together
as well as their Irish-ness

"He is just so...ribbit ribbit!"
he blushed
to hear her say so

"****..!" she croaked
"It's just difficult to find
the right human words!"

she told him if
married they were to be
all would be change and change about

she wore his ring
in her bottom lip
he her heart's "...ribbit!"

she tried to brush up
on the lingo
Human for Frogs

come the wedding day
all was not
as it was before

he had been transformed
into the handsomest
bullfrog

and so they live
happy as a story
that needs no book

too busy loving
to be worried
about its telling

why the change
in the how it goes
from the what went before

that's easy to tell
I live under the spell
of a lively little girl

with eyes so so green
and who as it happens
just adores...frogs


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Pollywog is of course a tadpole which i used to call her because at four she became infatuated with frogs.

She was just utterly fascinated by our frog folk and would sigh "Oh I wish I had been born a frog!" She had never seen a frog only heard of it from my telling it to her at night.
So that the first time she saw one she was amazed...."Oh my god they're real!" I guess it was as if she had met a fairy! After that there was no stopping her and she was proud to be a pollywog!