Frogs

As I walked out on a windy night along by the moonlit lane Ribet ribet I heard them in the watery pond and drain Tiny and shy amphibians Nature's forecasters of rain Long after I have heard them their songs with me remain. At the sound of my approaching footsteps they suddenly grew quiet Along the drain and the little pond I searched with my spotlight But they lay quietly hidden and uttered not a sound So often heard through Winter and Spring but never easily found. The tiny common frogs of South Eastern Australia so elusive and shy Whenever you hear them singing you know that rain is nigh In Summer often low on gum tree trunk they hide behind the loose bark And at night in changeable weather they sing out in the dark. As I walked out in the moonlight on a windy night in Spring Along the drain and in the pond the tiny frogs did sing As I shone my spotlight where they were they suddenly grew quiet And well aware of danger they lay hidden out of sight.