Watching me from your haughty perch
On a huge stone boldly protruding
From the tall reeds in the lake,
Bullfrog, you enchant me with your serenade!
Though not a particularly handsome fellow
With your dark, putrid green skin,
Bulging eyes and cursed warts!
I wonder if beneath all that
You might be a prince!
Could it be you’re under a spell?
Have you been waiting here for me?
Am I the one you have chosen?
Alas! I fear you may not have chosen wisely,
For my kisses have already been claimed.
My prince charming holds my willing heart captive!
You are no threat to him.
But do not give up hope your highness,
Wait patiently and she will come.
She will not see your warts, or your drab colour,
For she will look at you through the eyes of love,
And her kiss will set you free!
© Annabel Sheila