Somewhere in Russia

Somewhere in Russia there’s a pond Blotched with the duckweed spots It seems a middle of beyond Although it might be not A frog was sitting on a leaf And then it jumped away Perhaps it sensed a sign of whiff Or anything that may Disturb and interfere the frog’s Criterias of peace Another frog jumped on the log To listen to the breeze Somewhere in Russia there’s a rush About the stones I throw Into the water, for a splash The fishes mind to blow They dash to get a food to eat Which aggravates my guilt Cause its a stone instead of treat That falls down to the silt.