A JOLLY FROG

A jolly little frog was he, Whose heart was always gay, He never looked the darkest side, However dull the day. When other frogs in weary tones, Declared the weather hot, He croaked his happy little song, And chose a shady spot. One day he nearly came to grief When swimming in the pool, A naughty, horrid little boy Stood by the waters cool. At Master Frog he threw a stone, “I’ll make you hop!” said he, He missed his aim, and Froggie hopped In safety home to tea. If any harm had come to him, I think I should have cried, For he was quite his mother’s pet, His daddy’s joy and pride. He never once forgot to do The thing that he was bid, Did e’er you meet such little frog? I’m sure you never did!