The frog found...

... a poem for the bog

The Frog

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!

by J. Alexander