One day when I was out for a walk
I came across a frog and he could talk
Good morning the frog spoke to me
I was so shocked I hid up a tree
Sorry said the frog I didn't mean to make you jump
As I fell from the tree with a bump
Well what is it I can do for you mr frog
Please can you help me get out of this bog
But why dont you just take a hop
And out of the bog you will pop
No I cannot hop my legs are stuck
So I am unable to escape this muck
Will you promise me just one thing
If I free you please will you sing
Of course I will he replied
As I bent down by his side
So gently I lifted him with my hand
What a lovely frog he looked so grand
There,you are now free to hop and jump
But he was slippery and fell to the ground with a bump
Sorry,sorry you poor little frog
As he laid spread eagle in the bog
But the frog he just laughed and giggled
As laid on his back he did wiggle
So this time with both hands tight
I lifted him with all my might
With a slop and a pop he came free
And kept his promise and sang for me
His little voice was so sweet and sublime
I was so happy although I was covered in slime
I know this is a bit of light poetry but I try to write two or three a week for my grand daughters and they write poetry to me which I think is a good thing.