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
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You will meet a bull frog
His song will not persuade you
Your prince is yet your big dog
Still you could have kissed him
Done him quite a favor
Entranced and then seasoned him
Frog legs have quite the flavor
Mr. Ed will scorn me
So too will all his brothers
But I know that you'll forgive me
You're kinder than the others.:-)Patrick
Fee
Hope the bullfrog finds his mate soon, he sounds terribly sad. Really loved this.
Mary
I love to hear them sing.
Your friend, Mark