The Fiddler and the Frog
There was a fiddler. How he loved to play!
He had two sons. In wooden shoes they’d clog
while he would fiddle, and his little dog
would prance with them! They didn’t always stay
inside their little shack, for sometimes they
would go out to the porch. There was a frog
who’d come to visit them and all agog,
that frog would watch the merry group all day.
The frog was fond of music, so he’d croak
the fiddler’s tune in singing froggy style.
The fiddler and his sons would laugh and joke
to hear the frog sing for them all the while.
The hopping frog danced with the dog and folk.
“By gosh,” they said, “that frog’s sure versatile!”
Jan. 23, 2023
for The Fiddler And The Frog Poetry Contest of Craig Cornish
For Brian Strand's Contest begun Feb. 12,2023
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