The Tale Of The Frogs

The tale of the frogs It's a combobulating tale Still hopping down one lane Or another in the field And under a rubber tractor tyre How they came across a vast river and lassoed a maple leaf to a mast On what was a flotsam makeshift raft? And how they laughed at the mirror image of themselves compared to the warty toads on a far distant shore. They laughed so loudly, a grey heron. It swooped down and nearly ate them all. They laughed so loud that they forgot it was winter. And they became trapped in the ice. And snow, till the thaw, And they again nearly died one and all. They laughed so loudly That they laid their offspring eggs too late. And the water dried out into a black bitumen lake. And they nearly died one and all. The tale of the frog 'Are they not too clever? ' Compared to their neighbourly, shy, efficient brother. Who doesn't laugh but only wonders How on earth do their tales survive and live on at all?