there lives a green and yellow frog, with a spotted freckly nose.
Beneath a grove of ferns and shrubs, by a tiny rocky pool-
he hides in there on summer days and keeps so damp and cool.
The burning sun has left the sky and the evening shadows fall-
peering out on the dewy grass, he hops from his garden hall.
He feeds on Wonty-gongs and bugs, as shadowy night falls round-
and other morsels nice and sweet, he finds there on the ground.
Over the field he hops to the glen, to meet his lady friend-
waiting there in a special spot, by the moon-lit river bend.
From lily-pad to lily-pad, jumping and playing about-
they sing frog songs in the starry night and croak and laugh and shout.
Kissing his little friend goodbye, he hops away in the night-
when almost back to his ferny home, he has such a fearful fright.
It's the windy rush of Boobook owl, that swoops with might and speed-
he hops so fast, until at last, he's hidden in grass and weed.
His heart beats hard and owl is gone, but a carpet snake in a tree-
slithers on down and chases frog, who panicking starts to flee.
Leaping, leaping, faster, faster with carpet in hot pursuit-
he reaches the grove and dives and hides, under a big tree root.
