frog lies to lily pad

The lily pad wanted to see some snow She needed to travel, but where to go? The mouth of the river had things to say Beyond the green bridge, that is the way…. She was open to suggestions, of course. A daughter of Zeus, niece of Thor, king of Norse Pink sponge floated by and sprinkled on her ash She jumped a bit, when a canoe gave a crash. Scratch and scritch a path through the rubble It is March, so you will not want any trouble Or you will kill any outside chance To cross the gully to play and dance The lily pad listened to the frog named Paint His eyes could pierce her soul, he liked her quaint I want to see snow, she confided to this green man. I am sure you can, he lied. I am sure you can.