A small and green but drunken frog <br />sat in the evening on his log. <br />He contemplated there on life <br />and wished he had a green frog wife. <br />He'd interviewd a thousand frogs, <br />kept diaries and detailed logs. <br />But never did he find the one <br />who'd rest all day out in the sun <br />and dream with him at night in bed <br />so this green frog was never wed. <br />One day he saw, down near the trees <br />a British subject. What a tease! <br />She was a trifle big but, well, <br />we cannot all live in a shell. <br />She chatted with the folks and then <br />there was a silence among men. <br />They looked at her, so did the frog <br />he sat, quite drunken, on his log. <br />He dreamed that if he ever were... <br />this was the girl. If frogs could purr! ! !<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frog-sees-tara/
