The frog sat by the peaceful pond
and marveled at the frilly frond
but said nothing.
That silly frog just didn't know -
approaching was a sneaky crow
that was hungry.
The crow swooped down and grabbed his head -
oh, fateful moment of pure dread
for the frog!
It happened on a cloudy day.
The frog had nothing much to say;
he just croaked.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem