THE CRAZY LITTLE FROG
Yesterday when I was walking down the road,
My eyes fell on something looking just like a toad.
It was probably not a toad but a frog,
It was soaring on a blackish brownish log.
It had a dull green skin,
Its legs were far too thin.
It jumped along my dress,
It tried to call the press.
And when I asked him why,
He just gave me a sigh.
When the people got around,
They stared at me, standing in the foreground.
And then my eyes awoke,
I remembered that the little frog just spoke!