The finch trills in the apple tree <br />His: Tiriliree! <br />A frog climbs slowly up to him, <br />Up to the treetop's leafy rim <br />And puffs right up and croaks: "Hallooo, <br />Ol' chum: see, I c'n do it too!" <br /> <br />And as the bird his song of spring <br />So sweetly to the world doth sing, <br />The frog chimes in with sassy tones <br />And interjects his bassy drones. <br /> <br />The finch exclaims: "O Joy, hurray! <br />I'll fly away!" <br />And springs into the azure sky. <br /> <br /> <br />"Hah!" cries the frog, "Well so kin I!" <br />He makes a most ungainly bound <br />And splats onto the bare hard ground. <br />He's pancake flat, and that's no joke: <br />He's croaked his very final croak. <br /> <br />If someone climbs laboriously <br />Into the branches of a tree <br />And thinks himself a bird to be: <br />Wrong is he.<br /><br />Wilhelm Busch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/finch-frog/
