Croak And Croak Poem by Ima Ryma

At the pond the male frogs do sing,
Competing for the females that
In the nighttime are listening
In the watery habitat.
But others are listening too,
Honing in on the croaking sounds.
Some bats are flying in to do
Supper where entrees do abound.
And soon some croaking male frogs be
Jerked from the pond and croak no more,
Swallowed into a bat belly.
Frogs lose, bats win - the final score.

Maybe the male frogs should try out
Quiet wooing - safer no doubt.