When I came upon you little Frog,
Laying there on the path ‘twixt the pine needles
A kind of daze, mayhap a fog
Descended upon me, left me feeling all
Sad.
To be squashed flat yet not beaten,
Walking as the Bangles said like an Egyptian.
Defeated in life but still not eaten,
I wonder why your corpse they shun
Little Frog