The Full Frog
I hop
I burp
I shoot my tongue at the smelliest flies
I’m not full
I swear,
as the pot-bellied frog lies
He catches one more fly,
but it won’t go down
he’s too full
and starts to frown
But he’s too stubborn to give it up,
now they both go down
and never get up.
Appreciate the humor. Last stanza sings.
I imagine it digging into the mud to wait out winter…