Monkey’s Uncle

O Toad, you solemn little beast!

Which on flies and bugs doth feast–

Can you, can you tell me this

Why on Frog, not you, they land a kiss?

O Toad, why do the beasts pass by

And do not see your teary eyes?

But when Frog, green Frog happens to chance

Upon him their gaze doth glance.

O Toad, don’t weep, my little friend!

For you to me your luck did lend

I am quite the same as you

Ah, yes, m’dear tis very true.

Though you do hop and I do walk

We both have frogs that steal the talk.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, February 20th, 2008 at 1:59 pm and is filed under Fiction. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.