I spent a day as the King of Frogs
Eating bugs and sunnning on logs
Holding forth in Willow Pond
Where as a man I'm often fond
Of walking as the sun goes down
And listening to the soothing sound
Of Blackbird song and Cricket Choir
Bullfrog bass and deep desire
To join them all there in the mire

So for a day I came to dwell
By methods which I will not tell
But of tending to my Tadpole Court
And other such I shall report
Of swimming deep in emerald shadow
Cast by distant Lily pad-o
Large and smooth and speckled green
A blessing to remain unseen
When Heron came with eyes so keen

With cruel beak and gripping claws
Her hunger gave me righteous cause
To evaluate my circumstance
Beneath her crook'd-leg dinner dance
As King of Frogs I had wealth and power
Worthless in this helpless hour
The whole adventure all gone sour

Much to my immense surprise
I escaped the Heron's eyes
I regained my rightful form
And lay upon the bank to warm
Contemplating great and small
The fate that's held in store for all
Then from the reeds a Loon did call

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