By: David W. Clare

Boys are toads, girls are frogs
They eat bugs so we don't have to
Girl frog sings us to comfort
No stress when she is heard in the night, no fright, no light...

Croaking away, she sleeps in the day
Lilly pad floats on the pond; ah so lovely the light rains...

In the marsh she awaits for us to escape the busy cities, towns and landscapes...

She sits upon her watery-log to offer her pleasant song of the happy frog...

D. Clare