There stands upon a leaf, <br />A tiny frog, <br />With yellow skin, <br />And large round eyes, <br />In search of insects-food! <br /> <br />The little frog can camouflage, <br />And appear dead, <br />Or look like flowers, <br />To escape foes, <br />And predators that strike. <br /> <br />Like energized spring-box, <br />The frog can leap; <br />The frog can fly; <br />The frog won’t fall, <br />As they hold on <br />To weeds and stalks of plants. <br /> <br />Oh, what a queer Amphibian <br />Are frogs born free! <br />Some are big too; <br />Their tongues are long, <br />And so sticky; <br />They flick it out and catch their prey. <br /> <br />Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-12-2008<br /><br />Dr John Celes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-frog/
