In the stillness of the night when it rains <br />Haven't you listened to a funny chorus? <br />Cra…. Cra… Cra…. it goes on rough n' raucous <br />A ‘music' coming down to us through the air porous <br /> <br />It is frogs who form this nocturnal band <br />They differ widely in shape and mode <br />Some, so queer with belly like balloons <br />And grouped from spotted leopards to ugly toad <br /> <br />They neither bite nor cause any fright <br />In dark if you walk by the side of a pond <br />You can hear them jump down with a plop <br />And their feats, to aquatic contests' correspond <br /> <br />Equally comfortable on land and lake <br />They prefer to remain under water in day light <br />With bulging eyes and webbed feet <br />These slimy creatures are an interesting sight <br /> <br />From behind the floating lily pads <br />Pops up, here and there an angular face <br />If you tickle the water with a stick <br />You can hear them dive down with a hiss <br /> <br />These creatures that feed on flies and bugs <br />Are in many ways man's beneficial friend <br />But Alas! They diminish in number year by year <br />How sad, it is from men, they face the greatest affront <br /> <br />Children who are lost in fairy tales <br />See in every frog a prince charming <br />Who is cursed to wear a froggy guise <br />Until at last redeemed by a princess disarming! <br /> <br />The silence of the night is pleasantly broken <br />With the ‘Cra'….‘Cra' sound of many a frog <br />Sonorous though the music be, it has such a lively rhythm <br />And to this nightly serenade, our ears are ever agog!<br /><br />Valsa George<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/croaking-frogs/
