The Fiddler and the Frog

Once there was a handsome fiddler named George Who always played love songs at nearby gorge In his passionate playing A red frog came out singing Sounded like, “ Crack my crooked croak with sorge.” When the frog’s voice got louder and louder George’s playing paused awhile to wander Crossing the fast flowing stream Saw the red frog in his dream Seated crossed leg like his girlfriend, Sander. He let the frog jumped in his hand, smiling “I like you, be mine if you are willing In my dream you were my girl Who transformed in just a twirl" Then, kissed the frog saying, “You’re back darling.” The fiddler played again for the last time But found himself playing nursery rhymes He could not control himself Transforming into an elf And his great violin into a chime. Feb 4, 2023 12.48pm sorge - means care or concern