Pebbles and Shells (Hawkes collection)/All About Frogs

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POEMS OF CHILDHOOD

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ALL ABOUT FROGS
A frog is something like a toad,Only he lives down by the roadWhere there's a pond and lily pads,And toads, they live in folk's back yards.
A toad is fat, a frog is lean,The suit he wears is always green,Except his vest, and that is yellow,And he's a mighty funny fellow.
Sometimes he sits beside a padAnd smiles at you, like he was glad,And then he goes down in kerplunk,And kicks around like he was drunk
And when you think he's surely drowned,He's gone so long, you look aroundAnd you will see him on a stone,A catchin' flies and havin' fun.
Sometimes I poke him with a stickTo see him jump, he goes so quick,So very quick, I do declareYou cannot see him in the air.
But some bad boys throw stones at himAnd he gets killed, if he don't swimDown out of sight, and quiet stayUntil the bad boys go away.
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My pa, he knows, and he says frogsAre but big grown up pollywogs;I didn't see how that could be,And so I thought one day I'd see.
I went and caught a pollywogAnd laid him down upon a log,And watched him for an hour or so,But I am sure he didn't grow.
When I told Papa, he looked queerAnd said it took almost a yearFor them to grow, and that was whyI could not see it with my eye.

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