The Fiddler and the Frog
The fiddler arrived
with a wry froggy grin,
and the party was born
in the dance of the bow
'cross the taut and the tuned
through the shivers of time.
The lilly pads waltzed
and the cattails all swayed
in a dream where the revelers
hopped the morning away,
while croaking the words
to their favorite song ~~
The bulls croaked their "jug o' rums",
and the tree frogs their "ribbits"
in chirruping glee until night
became dawn...
Copyright © Craig Cornish | Year Posted 2023
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