Hoppinstance

There was an old lady who lived with a frog. Not sure how it happened, but she lost her dog. This crotchety hopper appeared on her porch; He looked pretty grim, for the day was a scorch. He asked for some water and shade for a rest, And she thought old Fido’s soft bed might be best. He was rather grateful, restored pretty soon, And now they take walks by the light of the moon. They often stroll down to the edge of the swamp; He calls to his friends and they’re off for a romp. Though it seems unlikely, defies rationale, Comes back to her shortly, hops home with his gal.