Froggie Dreams

There once was a frog that sat on a log, And the home he chose was in a marsh bog. He sat on the log with a great big smile, And watched flies buzz in the sun awhile. The clothes he wore were a bright green, The colour was like a green string bean. There on his back were occasional spots, That decorated his coat with gay polka dots. Now frog can’t sit still without eating, For flies flying by were so fleeting; But frog had a tongue that was very quick, He used it with abandon, just like a joy stick. Sitting in the sun he watched the flies, And snatched them up to their surprise. There were many who came but many were gone, And those that came didn’t stay very long. The eating was great but he gained weight, Which to his alarm, caused him to inflate. For his clothes no longer seemed to fit, Which gave him a feeling of being unfit. So he decided to lose weight, to go on a diet, To croak sad songs and not to be quiet; For forcing himself not to eat it seems, Take joy out of green froggie dreams.