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The Frog - Poem by Hilaire Belloc

Be kind and tender to the Frog,
And do not call him names,
As 'Slimy skin,' or 'Polly-wog,'
Or likewise 'Ugly James,'
Or 'Gap-a-grin,' or 'Toad-gone-wrong,'
Or 'Bill Bandy-knees':
The Frog is justly sensitive
To epithets like these.

No animal will more repay
A treatment kind and fair;
At least so lonely people say
Who keep a frog (and, by the way,
They are extremely rare).


Comments about The Frog by Hilaire Belloc

  • Rookie B. Lee (12/19/2019 10:26:00 AM)

    I believe Belloc wrote " Billy" , not " Bill" Bandy-knees, as " Bill" doesn't scan. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 181,154 Points Mahtab Bangalee (10/27/2019 2:19:00 AM)

    An alluring poem for children, drawing them in with a tale of the fabled frog....yeah right you are mr. Terence George Craddock (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Joanna (6/20/2019 3:39:00 AM)

    I had once a friend, a frog. He would come to my kitchen to dine in style. I wrote about him in my blog:
    naituretails.blog
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  • Rookie Tanisha (2/27/2019 8:57:00 AM)

    Thanks dear this helps me a lot for my assessment (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Anand (5/22/2018 12:23:00 AM)

    Very nice (Report) Reply

    Rookie airianna (11/7/2018 1:19:00 PM)

    I have to agree😄😄😄😄! ! ! !

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  • Rookie Prerana (5/8/2018 7:33:00 AM)

    Very nice line of poem (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 120,297 Points Subhas Chandra Chakra (3/16/2018 1:24:00 AM)

    The frog is an animal, few people would love to admit.
    If we misbehave the animals, what should it be called,
    animalty or humanity? ?
    Thanks for the sharing.
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  • Gold Star - 13,910 Points Walterrean Salley (11/26/2016 3:52:00 PM)

    (The Frog by Hilaire Belloc.) **Trivia with a twist. Fun for the reading. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Stacey Andrews (2/24/2015 8:31:00 PM)

    We have two books w/this poem. In one the text reads Gap-a-grin (like above) and the other reads Gape-a-grin. Does anyone know which is correct? (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,951 Points Birgitta Abimbola Heikka (11/25/2014 8:24:00 PM)

    Loved the rhythm of the poem. (Report) Reply

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Frog Poems
  1. 1. The Frog
    Hilaire Belloc
  2. 2. The Frog And The Nightingale
    Vikram Seth
  3. 3. Vapor Train Reflected In The Frog Pond
    Galway Kinnell
  4. 4. A Huge Frog And I
    Kobayashi Issa
  5. 5. Knowledge Is Not Frog In Well
    Hasmukh Amathalal
  6. 6. The Frog Pool
    James Martin Devaney
  7. 7. Dear Frog
    Binaya Kumar Mohanty
  8. 8. ! The Frog Prince
    Linda Ori
  9. 9. The Frog
    Paul Muldoon
  10. 10. The Frog Prince
    Anne Sexton
  11. 11. I Fell In Love With A Frog
    Sofia Kioroglou
  12. 12. Hopping Frog, Hop Here And Be Seen
    Christina Georgina Rossetti
  13. 13. The Frog And The Golden Ball
    Robert Graves
  14. 14. Finch & Frog
    Wilhelm Busch
  15. 15. I Hate Frog
    hannah hazwani
  16. 16. Mary Had A Little Frog
    Ellis Parker Butler
  17. 17. Upon The Frog
    John Bunyan
  18. 18. A Lucky Frog
    Whitney Albright
  19. 19. Smug Frog
    Eddie Roa
  20. 20. Frog In The Log
    Herbert Nehrlich
  21. 21. A Boy And A Frog (Kids Stuff)
    Sally Plumb Plumb
  22. 22. Frog Stereotypes
    Herbert Nehrlich
  23. 23. Croaked By A Frog
    Kim Barney
  24. 24. The Prince & Frog Send Birthday Messages
    Alan Draper
  25. 25. A Frog And A Toad
    Juan Olivarez
  26. 26. The Poison Dart Frog
    Asif Andalib
  27. 27. Frog (Acrostic Verse)
    Muzahidul Reza
  28. 28. Walking The Frog
    Alan Draper
  29. 29. Frog
    Mark R Slaughter
  30. 30. Lonely Croaks Of A Frog During The Night..
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  31. 31. Frog Haiku
    Chenou Liu
  32. 32. A Little Frog
    Florida Angel
  33. 33. Frog Or Is It A Toad (Fun Poem 22)
    David Harris
  34. 34. Frog For A Day
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  35. 35. Frog Sees Tara
    Herbert Nehrlich
  36. 36. Like A Frog
    Kostas Lagos
  37. 37. An Old Frog
    Prabir Gayen
  38. 38. Come Back O Frog
    me poet yeps poet
  39. 39. Frog Autumn
    Sylvia Plath
  40. 40. Freddy The Frog
    Donna Nimmo
  41. 41. The Smoking Frog
    Robert William Service
  42. 42. The Frog Is Still Here
    Alan Draper
  43. 43. A Frog's Just A Frog
    Francis Duggan
  44. 44. The Dog, The Frog, And The Hog
    Mark R Slaughter
  45. 45. Lucky Frog
    Philo Yan
  46. 46. Frog-Dance
    Gajanan Mishra
  47. 47. Haiku: Frog On A Lily Pad
    Walterrean Salley
  48. 48. Three Dangerous Reptiles And A Beautiful..
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  49. 49. Phileas The Frog
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  50. 50. Frog
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Frog Poems

  1. A Huge Frog And I

    A huge frog and I, staring at each other, neither of us moves. Translated by Robert Hass

  2. Vapor Train Reflected In The Frog Pond

    The old watch: their thick eyes puff and foreclose by the moon.The young, heads trailed by the beginnings of necks, shiver, in the guarantee they shall be bodies. In the frog pond the vapor trail of a SAC bomber creeps, I hear its drone, drifting, high up in immaculate ozone.

  3. Knowledge Is Not Frog In Well

    Frog in well defined as knowledge confined, Come out of it with knowledge refined, May be areas used so compact and defined, Inherent possession is must ………………… Knowledge or power to spread over horizon Frequent debates, contacts taking place in zone In depth study and answer with solid reasons, Surely to find result as that of seasons, When Sun rays emerge and shine in sky, Darkness disappears and still no one ask why? Spread of knowledge end misery and plight, Go ahead and cruise with direction and flight, We may remain aloof and total in disarray, Supremacy to gain with permanent sway, Never yield to blackmail and not to give away, Should make it with easy access and way? Can Sun be blanketed or hidden with shade? Will swords be useless in front of spade? Knowledge is like power so will emerge and surface, May be more accurate as heat from furnace, Deep buried inside with innumerable secrets, Inside vision may understand and interpret, Efforts may be needed to understand it more, Secrets may be unveiled and result come to fore, Nature never confines or secrets hide, You may need vision with angle wide, Always do part with but not with any side, Water waves move on with calm or tide, Why mountain volcano erupts and cause land to slide? Suggest more open ways to think and decide, Power is force which can't be retained, Prisoner to be released if wrongly detained, Knowledge is power and has to be realized, Widespread of area has to be materialized, To die with the secrets does not serve purpose, Even kings abdicate when fear sudden depose

  4. The Frog And The Nightingale

    Once upon a time a frog Croaked away in Bingle Bog Every night from dusk to dawn He croaked awn and awn and awn Other creatures loathed his voice, But, alas, they had no choice, And the crass cacophony Blared out from the sumac tree At whose foot the frog each night Minstrelled on till morning night Neither stones nor prayers nor sticks. Insults or complaints or bricks Stilled the frogs determination To display his heart's elation. But one night a nightingale In the moonlight cold and pale Perched upon the sumac tree Casting forth her melody Dumbstruck sat the gaping frog And the whole admiring bog Stared towards the sumac, rapt, And, when she had ended, clapped, Ducks had swum and herons waded To her as she serenaded And a solitary loon Wept, beneath the summer moon. Toads and teals and tiddlers, captured By her voice, cheered on, enraptured: "Bravo! " "Too divine! " "Encore! " So the nightingale once more, Quite unused to such applause, Sang till dawn without a pause. Next night when the Nightingale Shook her head and twitched her tail, Closed an eye and fluffed a wing And had cleared her throat to sing She was startled by a croak. "Sorry - was that you who spoke? " She enquired when the frog Hopped towards her from the bog. "Yes," the frog replied. "You see, I'm the frog who owns this tree In this bog I've long been known For my splendid baritone And, of course, I wield my pen For Bog Trumpet now and then" "Did you… did you like my song? " "Not too bad - but far too long. The technique was fine of course, But it lacked a certain force". "Oh! " the nightingale confessed. Greatly flattered and impressed That a critic of such note Had discussed her art and throat: "I don't think the song's divine. But - oh, well - at least it's mine". "That's not much to boast about". Said the heartless frog. "Without Proper training such as I - And few others can supply. You'll remain a mere beginner. But with me you'll be a winner" "Dearest frog", the nightingale Breathed: "This is a fairy tale - And you are Mozart in disguise Come to earth before my eyes". "Well I charge a modest fee." "Oh! " "But it won't hurt, you'll see" Now the nightingale inspired, Flushed with confidence, and fired With both art and adoration, Sang - and was a huge sensation. Animals for miles around Flocked towards the magic sound, And the frog with great precision Counted heads and charged admission. Though next morning it was raining, He began her vocal training. "But I can't sing in this weather" "Come my dear - we'll sing together. Just put on your scarf and sash, Koo-oh-ah! ko-ash! ko-ash! " So the frog and nightingale Journeyed up and down the scale For six hours, till she was shivering and her voice was hoarse and quivering. Though subdued and sleep deprived, In the night her throat revived, And the sumac tree was bowed, With a breathless, titled crowd: Owl of Sandwich, Duck of Kent, Mallard and Milady Trent, Martin Cardinal Mephisto, And the Coot of Monte Cristo, Ladies with tiaras glittering In the interval sat twittering - And the frog observed them glitter With a joy both sweet and bitter. Every day the frog who'd sold her Songs for silver tried to scold her: "You must practice even longer Till your voice, like mine grows stronger. In the second song last night You got nervous in mid-flight. And, my dear, lay on more trills: Audiences enjoy such frills. You must make your public happier: Give them something sharper snappier. We must aim for better billings. You still owe me sixty shillings." Day by day the nightingale Grew more sorrowful and pale. Night on night her tired song Zipped and trilled and bounced along, Till the birds and beasts grew tired At a voice so uninspired And the ticket office gross Crashed, and she grew more morose - For her ears were now addicted To applause quite unrestricted, And to sing into the night All alone gave no delight. Now the frog puffed up with rage. "Brainless bird - you're on the stage - Use your wits and follow fashion. Puff your lungs out with your passion." Trembling, terrified to fail, Blind with tears, the nightingale Heard him out in silence, tried, Puffed up, burst a vein, and died. Said the frog: "I tried to teach her, But she was a stupid creature - Far too nervous, far too tense. Far too prone to influence. Well, poor bird - she should have known That your song must be your own. That's why I sing with panache: "Koo-oh-ah! ko-ash! ko-ash! " And the foghorn of the frog Blared unrivalled through the bog.

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