Spring Chorus: April 2013

American frogs say, Ribbet, ribbet,
Greek frogs said, Coax, coax,
But my frogs just say, Gaa, gaa, gaa,
Each spring I await them
When the daffodils open.

















This year they were three weeks late,
But at last one morning I heard them,
Singing, Gaa, gaa, gaa,
Meaning, We’re here again,
The ice has gone,
The sunlight’s warm
And it’s time for sex!
And soon the pond’s boiling
With mass copulations
In threes, and fours, and fives,
And tomorrow the water will be
A jelly soup of frogspawn
And so life is renewed.
So, Gaa, gaa, gaa,
The happy chorus of spring!