Oh, noble frog, who in the mire dost dwell, With eyes alight and heart so full of zeal, Amidst the reeds and mossy banks thou roam, And in the depths of murky waters, dost call home.
Thy slick and slippery form, a marvel to behold, A testament to nature's endless wonders untold. A creature of the night, thy croaking song, A symphony that echoes through the dusk, long and strong.
Thou dost leap with grace, a dance of life, Thy legs propelling thee through strife.
In lily pads, thy throne, thy kingdom grand, A prince of the pond, a ruler of the land. Yet, fear not the hawk's sharp talons, or the snake's keen eye, For in your heart, there is no greater prize.
In the face of danger, you show no fear, A symbol of resilience, a beacon of cheer. And when the sun doth rise and bid the night adieu, Thou dost retreat to the depths, where shadows brew.
Awaiting the darkness, the stars that shine, To once more take the stage and make the night thine.
So, noble frog, with pride we sing thy song, A tale of courage, a testament to the strong.
In the realm of nature, thou art a king, A creature of beauty, a master of the waters swing.