A FUNNY LITTLE FROG.

Once a little Frog

Sat a-croaking on a log,

Oh, a very funny frog was he!

For he longed to be a tar

And go journeying afar,

Seeing wonders on the deep blue sea.

One night—oh, it was dark!—

A bit of birchen bark

Went a-drifting slowly down the stream;

And in this light canoe

Lay the little froggie, who

Imagined he was floating through a dream.

But my! when he awoke,

His astonishment he spoke

In language that all froggies understand;

His mouth he opened wide

And he cried, and cried, and cried,

Although he wasn’t out of sight of land.

The journey soon was o’er,

And the froggie jumped ashore,

As happy and as frisky as could be;

And on a mossy log,

Sits that now contented frog,

And never, never, wants to go to sea!