I pledge allegiance to the frogs
Of the United Ponds of America.
And to the Lily Pads on which they sit
One pond, under reeds,
With crickets and flies for all.
This pledge was written by my two children, Denise and John, when they were about 7-10 years old, around 1973. I already had my frog collection by that time, and they wrote this and the following poem for me.
Does it have webs? Ribbit, Ribbit
Little green webs? Ribbit, Ribbit
If it does then it is, Ribbit, Ribbit
A little green froggie. Ribbit, Ribbit
Does it have warts? Needeep, Needeep
Little Brown Warts? Needeep, Needeep
If it does then it is, Needeep, Needeep
A little brown toad. Needeep, Needeep
Does it have fins? Croak, Croak
Little green fins? Croak, Croak
If it does then it is, Croak, Croak
A little green polly. Croak, Croak
Does it have a little head? Ribbit, Ribbit
A real little head? Ribbit, Ribbit
If it does then it is, Ribbit, Ribbit
A little green tadpole. Ribbit, Ribbit
Does it croak loud? Croak, Croak
Real, real loud? Croak, Croak
If it does then it is, Croak, Croak
A big green bullfrog. Croak, Croak
Does it climb trees? Needeep, Needeep
Climb real high? Needeep, Needeep
If it does then it is, Needeep, Needeep
A little green tree frog. Needeep, Needeep
Does it live in a house? Ribbit, Ribbit
And eat lots of flies? Ribbit, Ribbit
If it does then it is, Ribbit, Ribbit
A big green house frog. Ribbit, Ribbit
Does it camouflage itself? Croak, Croak
So you really can't see it? Croak, Croak
If it does then it is, Croak, Croak
A little brown tree toad. Croak, Croak
Page last updated 01 Feb 2003.
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