Froggy Poem by Randy McClave

The tiny toad so much wanted to be a frog
So, he sat not on a stick, but upon a giant log,
The other frogs ignored him and they pushed him aside
Then that little tiny toad, just cried and cried.

That tiny little toad then sat upon a stick
But, he couldn't protect itself from the frogs he had such a weak kick,
He thought just maybe if he could prefect a menacing croak
Maybe then the other frogs wouldn't see him as a joke.

But, he tried and tried, but he couldn't make that hoarse sound
Being a toad there he knew he was forever bound,
So, he packed up his bags and he left the pond for a lake
A new image he thought he must now undertake.

He was repulsive in both character and in demeanor
Maybe that is one reason he needed and wanted to be meaner,
He was also arrogant and mouthy he didn't want to remain a toad
If he weren't a frog he thought, he knew that he would soon explode.

At the lake he now hops and he acts as though he is tough
No one questions him being a toad even though he isn't rough,
Remember this, an inadequate puppy wants to be called a doggy
And that tiny insecure toad, just wants to be called a froggy.

Randy L. McClave