A Frog Poem by Oliver
A Frog Poem
It must be nice to only eat and ribbit,
That squishy green face like an art exhibit.
That moist green skin, so smooth and not at all bumpy,
Their cute chubby feet are adorably stumpy.
Frogs jump in the breeze,
Throughout the rainforest trees.
But most like it down on the ground,
Yet no matter what, around water is where they are found.
Some have poison and can kill ten men!
But they live in the forest canopy as tall as Big Ben.
The ones we have in England are dark green and muddy brown;
These ones don’t go up the trees, they prefer it down.
But when you see a frog, remember what is was…
One of thousands of tadpoles, the reason is because…
Not all of them survived, to grow legs and be a frog,
Yes, you heard me right, not all tadpoles will live in a swampy bog.
Frogs are found in many different places,
Rocks, logs and leaves are nice dark spaces.
On lily-pads and rocks are nicer than the ground,
In grassier places, they’re not normally found.
Shame I don’t know lots about their melodic sound.