“Frog Life,” Friend, July 1992, 20
A frog’s life must be rather fun!
He never has to trot or run
But stays where it is green and cool,
Kerplunking in his swimming pool.
On a lily pad, he eats
By flicking his tongue to catch his meat.
Then, when daylight slips into night
And frogdom basks in pale moonlight,
He and his friendly comrades tune
And puff contentedly and croon
Till first faint promises of morning come.
And then they sing their last chug-rum.
No toil, no cares—it’s lives of ease
For frogs that do just as they please.