Frogga

Long long ago

In a faraway land

Lived a frog named

Mr. Stikitung Grand

Near a meander

In his little mud house

In rain you could hear him Croak,

Looking for a spouse

Rains came and went

But he never got a single mate

He tried every trick a frog could

Still no one fell for his bait

He would keep

Harnessing his vocals

Polishing his webbed digits and

Perfecting his focal

While his efforts were appreciated

And some found it cute

The girls still went out

With the true frogs, the slimy smooth

With Mr. Grand being so different

All warts and moles

Others wondered how

He would ever father tadpoles

Mr. Grand with his huge eyes

And big mouth could do very little

All these hurdles made Him

Too depressed and shittle

While there were uncertainties

Looming large on his life

Fellow amphibians were betting

On his chances of getting a wife

For termites said the caecilians

Calling others to join the hoot

For worms said salamander and

For cricket said the newt.

On the fateful day Mr. Grand got fed up

And was waiting to call it a night

When he heard a hiss

Loud enough to give him a fright

Hello said the snake why are you

In such a spiritual gloom

Come let us find out someone

Who can help you groom

Frog was surprised at snake’s kindness

And overwhelmed at his warmth

While his kinds were busy ridiculing him

Snakes words soothed him like a balm

At first he was cautious and

Kept a safe distance from the snake

But the snake kept saying he was hurt

That Mr. Grand still took his efforts as fake

I have nothing to lose thought Mr. Grand

And reached out for the help

Yum thought the snake and gulped Mr. Grand

Before he could think or yelp

Salamanders, newts, all of his fellow beings

Saw this but not a single tear was shed

Guess this comes with living a life

So cold blooded

There was a crocodile, who saw it all

Hidden behind a pier

Some say he was the only one who

Did shed some tears.