Why we need to know about frogs and toads.
There are a few stories we could tell, about frogs and kissing, all true - so I have been told.
The proof of the pudding is in the eating, or the kissing, again I was told.
Every body has been telling me stories, since I was this knee-high-old.
There was the bed-wetting stories, and eating in bed. Even one about where my milk-teeth went, yes, I was told. About rabbits, pink and blue, that leave chocolate eggs all over the show. Fairy and elves, those I have seen, even an ogre or two, ’cause I would not listen and ate too late. My dog could talk and tell me tales, of chasing cats, cars, and wagging tails. Many things have I heard; Cinderella; Snow White; Pinocchio; a Thousand and one tales.
All true, so I told them.
Then, a frog in my daughter’s bed, so she told, very bold.
He said she should take him home, let him spend the night, and at morning light, he would be a prince – rich and handsome – a pure delight. The ‘prince ‘ has been here many a night, still no money, still no job!
I have a feeling, another story I have been told.
He truly looks to me – like a toad.
(The frog in the picture is an African bull-frog - known to be the biggest known frog, it is not a toad.)