FREDDIE THE FUSSY FROG

Freddie the Frog
Sat alone on a log
Feeling quite sad,
And a little bit mad.

He picked up a frond
Lying next to the pond
Saying, “This is a dump!”
Then kicked at a stump.

“The water is brown!”
He declared with a frown.
“The trees are all stripped,
And the leaves are ripped!”

“The grass is all muddy.
This pond is just cruddy!”
He yelled, as loud as could be,
“IT’S NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME!”

“This pond is a bog!
It’s not for THIS frog!”
So he searched through the wood
For one that was good.

He hummed, and he prattled,
And sang as he traveled,
Slightly out of key,
Drumming on every tree.

“I am the best!
So I will head West!
To claim what I can see,
All just for me, just for me!”

He came to a place.
A smile found his face.
The new was as good as could be.
Perfect, from what he could see!

The trees were all green,
With water, so clean.
The grass was fluffy and soft.
And flower smells even did waft.

So he swung from the trees,
Without even a “Please”,
And slid down the banks,
With no words of “Thanks”.

He had lots of fun,
With permission from none,
And made himself quite at home,
Soon the water was full of foam…

Freddie the Frog
Sat alone on a log
Feeling quite sad,
And a little bit mad.

He picked up a frond
Laying next to the pond
Saying, “This is a dump!”
Then kicked at a stump.

“The water is brown!”
He declared with a frown.
“The trees are all stripped,
And the leaves are ripped!”

“The grass is all muddy.
This pond is just cruddy!”
He yelled, as loud as could be,
“IT’S NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME!”

“This pond is a bog!
It’s not for THIS frog!”
So he searched through the wood
For one that was good.

A pond always should
Be as good
As it could!
Shouldn’t it?……

 

By cindy
6/18/2017