The two little frogs awoke next day
feeling very blythe and happy were they
After breakfast they decided to go
to the river bank. They hopped real slow
They wanted to know where the river went
as it bubbled along without feeling spent
Soon they arrived at a tall Oak tree
The river was running wild and free
They thought for a moment about where it might go
They asked the Oak tree, hoping he might know
Alas, the Oak whispered soft and low
“River runs continuously, but slows in Winter!
One little frog jumped up to hear these words
and landed on a painful splinter
Just then, a crow flying by did shout
“Caw! What is this conversation all about”?
The little frog told him, as he watched a trout
and the crow with his beak pulled the splinter out
Crow said he followed the river each day
but where it went he could not say
So, they asked a toad who lived nearby
He did not know either. A collective sigh
In silence, the trout leaped to catch a meal
He had heard their chatter, thought how unreal
they have no brain, unlike me!
I know where the river runs! It runs to its lover, the sea
There they unite and become one
I won’t tell them though! Ah, this is such fun!