FROG-MAKING
Said Frog papa to Frog mamma,
“Where is our little daughter?”
Said Frog mamma to Frog papa,
“She’s underneath the water.”
Then down the anxious father went,
And there, indeed, he found her,
A-tickling tadpoles, till they kicked
Their tails off all around her.
John Bannister Tabb
1845-1909
Great poem!
Only lines 2 and 4 are not going to rhyme for Melissa…. what with her Philly talk!
Actually, daughter and water rhyme in Philly speak. They both have a big “AW” in the first syllable, unless Melissa pronounces “water” as “wooder”, which occasionally happens ’round here.
That’s what she claims…. wooder=water
LOL – I guess we always read words the way we would say them. My British friend here at work and I are forever doing battle over words. How to say the word “poem” is enough to keep us going through an entire lunch period.
That’s a very fun poem, no matter how you pronounce it!
I love this poem. There’s just something about it that makes me smile.
Hey, are you moved yet or am I getting things wonky?
yep – that’s what I liked about it too. That it made me smile. Nope, not moved yet. I guess what I should be saying is that I’m packing and packing and packing. It’s complicated because before we can move into the house we need to get other family members moved out and before we can do that we need to get something finished being built. Sigh. We can stay where we are until February but I hope it won’t be that long. But in the mean time, I’m packing and packing and packing.
adorable