If you kiss a frog
It could turn into a prince
But if you throw it against the wall
It still could.
Frogs are that way.
They hatch in wetlands
Sometimes in trees
And the tadpoles swim around
And eat algae and grow
their tails disappear slowly
legs emerge slowly
their little mouths widen slowly
and nostrils instead of gills
they must have air
they frog kick to surface
they gasp.
They leap upon lily pads
Or a princesses’ beds
Purely magical.
The most wonderful thing about some frogs is that they can be frozen solid, and then, in spring of back to life magically… Hence their magical powers you describe in your poem.
Ron
Michael D.