| Once upon a different time, In a land not here not now, There lived a tiny croaking frog, Who loved a big fat cow. |  |
| Her mooing voice entranced him. So low, so warm, so sweet. With dreamy eyes he thought of love, As he stood beneath her feet. Moo and moo and moo she sang. Moo and moo and moo. Frog thought her moos were words of love - I love you. Love me too. I do, I do, thought lovesick frog. I love you to the moon. I love you more than stars that shine, Please hear my heartfelt croon. With a croaky, croaky, croak-croak-croak, Sweet words of love he spoke. A croaky croaky, croak-croak-croak, And a croaky croaky croak. The big fat cow moo-d louder. Her tail she lifted high. And suddenly into the night… A cowpat fell! Oh my! It splattered on the frog's head, His legs and body too. It smothered the now silent frog, In big fat cowpat poo. So let this be a warning, To frogs who hear a moo, If you're a tiny croaking frog, Be careful who you woo. Poem ©2013 Maureen Lynas Image ©2013 Paul Morton |
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