When we croak,
were dead,
on the other hand,
when a frog croaks
he speaks to
nature and is
so cheerful,
When we croak
were silent, and so
still, not cheerful
at all.
Frogs are always
croaking and so
happy,
People are always
croaking and so
sad.
For once it would
be nice to be
a frog for a day.
wrote 4-9-07
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jim a delightful piece of whimsical writing. Just loved it. Top Marks from me. Thanks for sharing it my friend. David