Mom, can we keep him?
Sure, a few frogs might be nice,
Keepsake of the lake!
We picked out the frogs
an aquarium was bought,
The pet frogs were loved.
A piece of the lake
now, as real as it could be,
right in our kitchen.
Food turned out to be
our one really big problem;
crickets — and that’s it.
The store-bought ones died.
So the boys dug up their own
big, fat, black crickets.
They barely fit in
each frog’s mouth: black legs hung out!
Yet, the frogs were fed.
The next problem was,
the tank became polluted!
The frogs ate so much.
The piece of the lake
was now a gross, smelly mess,
we’d rather not have.
So, we learned that frogs
hibernate in the winter.
They must miss the lake.
We loaded them up,
A journey back to their home.
Safe, sound, in the lake.
So, Sleep tight, dear frogs
we’ll now say our goodbyes
See you this Spring.
Outstanding poem and story…and ending. We have frogs at our house in the burbs and our daughter names them each spring…unfortunately the neighbor cat – we think – decreases our habitat by season’s end.
Great pics too!
Poor frogs – our cats also do their share to keep them jumpy. No wonder they hibernate underwater…
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww…….I’m not so sure I”d like the slimmy little things crawling on my stomach even if I was that young. LOL
Ah, the frogs are just where they should be. Is this what it means to have boys? Sigh.
As a kid, I had a tadpole that turned into a frog and my parents made me let it go at a lake. Probably a good decision, but I still remember how sad I was
What a nice mom you are to try to keep them!
You are a sweet mommy to attempt the “Pet Frog” project! I can just imagine the smell! Happy Hibernation, dear froggies!