Fine Arts Frogs Poem by Ima Ryma

The Kumbara night frogs do meet
And stand on their hind legs to touch
The site where they wish to complete
Mr. and Mrs. such and such,
And lay their eggs over a stream
On a hanging rock or plant twig,
Then do a handstand as a team,
Dancing the fertilizing gig.
Then each go back and forh and pack
The eggs in mud like pottery.
In the appropriate time track,
The mud cracks ope and tadpoles be.

Mr. and Mrs. Frog impart
A mating ritual in art.