Bull Frogs Poem by James McLain

It is only that I am
I am only that for you
blushing
Flirt and terrible
i am, when in you
i must look to yours
and eight hundred
more light filled
happy babies
their maybe more.
Always thus...
always trust the
wallowing walrus
I am always
and hope is yours,
Help her/my\why and lord
ohhhh, myy.
It is..och...the eons.
It is you that makes
even the legs of the frog...
spotted tremble,
so help me croaky..
Then come with me
and, 'dear'..
Yonder pond is fair
and don't stop, too
hop so far away....