Frog Valentine and Toad Response
Valentine from my Mother in 1973:
If you see a frog sittin' in a tree,
Pull his tail and think of me.
Though butt of Jest and Ridicule since days of yore reviled;
Though favored on a Frenchman's plate and victim of a child;
Though hunted by Brazilian bats, devoured in the night,
Or dried and sprinkled in the brew to conjure up a blight;
And even blamed for warts and such (although the wise know better)
when little boys decide it's fun to slip one down a sweater!
Despite all this, Poor Toady knows worst yet to come he sees...
is lovers climbing through the boughs tugging toadtails in the trees!!!
Copyright © bh hallenburg | Year Posted 2018
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