The Fiddler and the Frog
In the stillness of the night when it rains
Haven’t you listened to a funny chorus?
Cra…. Cra… Cra…. it goes on rough n’ raucous,
A ‘music’ coming down to us through the air porous.
It is a frog family who forms this nocturnal band
They live happily close to a marshy land
During day they roam catching flies, their treasured prize
At night in water, popping up, they sometimes surprise
Equally comfortable on land and lake
With croaking music, the night’s stillness they break
With bulging eyes and webbed feet,
These slimy creatures are an interesting sight.
One evening as the light was waning away,
The frogs were feeling sleepy and stopped their play.
But the youngest was singing in his usual tone
Sitting on a rocky promontory, all alone.
It was then that a fiddler came that way, singing in style.
Listening to the frog’s song, he stopped with a smile.
Sonorous though the music was, he felt it had a lively rhythm
It sounded reverberant as if beating on a hollow drum.
The fiddler sat and sang the whole night on his fiddle
With the Cra- Cra music of the little frog thrust in the middle
Everyone who passed that way greatly enjoyed that lively duet
The sleepy frogs woke up and joined the chorus so sweetly set
Every night the little frog sat outside, recalling that heavenly night
When he and the fiddler drowned the surroundings in music’s delight
But never once again the mysterious fiddler came their way
To play on his fiddle, pouring music to make them gay
Jan. 30. 2023
The Fiddler and the Frog Poetry Contest
Sponsor- craig cornish
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