Here we have frogs
For some, its
the robin, red-breasted and bobbing,
That
announces the arrival of spring.
For
others the wren, nest-building again,
Or a
host of jays arriving on wing,
But here we have
frogs
Somewhere crocuses
push their way through the snow,
And
the willows are budding, the elms are in leaf,
Somewhere
daffodils blossom and put on a show,
The
days growing longer in winter relief,
Loudly with frogs
The bar ditches echo with cello bassoon,
While
string sections sing below rain-dripping fern
The
puddles are fluted at night and at noon,
With
melodies heard from rill and from burn.
Serenaded by frogs
Green bodies and brown crouched in the pool,
With
throats ballooned large, they chorus for love,
Amphibians
small with massed voices cool,
Whether
clouds overhead or a full moon above.
A choir of frogs
By their hundreds and thousands of symphonic croaks,
Spring
is announced in stentorian tones
Musicians
of nature in amphibian cloaks
Listen
(rapidly)
Frogs in the bar ditch,
Frogs in the pools,
Frogs in the culverts
Singing like fools
(pause)
Here
we have frogs