I Can Imagine A Green Frog On a Wet Black Stump
IN My Imagination I Watch His Super Jump
Air Born Through The Air , Then In the Creek He Splashes
Swimming , Swim , Swim , Through The water He Dashes
He Pulled Himself Upon a Padded Lilly Pad , Really Enjoying This Happy Life He Had
He seemed to Smile As His Throat and Neck Doubled
Expanding in Size Like a Ballon or Bubble
Across the Creek , On the Bank , Near a Mossy Rock
Shined the Lady Frog , He Watched Her as She Hopped