The frog found...
... a poem for the bog
While walking by a pond one day to see what I could see,
I chanced to spot a little frog a 'looking up at me.
He climbed onto a lilly pad and hopped up on a log!
Not everyday one gets to see a climbing, hoppy frog.
At first he looked so very sad but then I saw him grin.
I reached right down to tickle him but frogs don't have no chin.
And so I bade him fond farewell, I must be on my way,
I'll see you if I chance to pass this pond again someday!