Bull Frog Symphony

Frogs a hollering down by the lake,
sounds like a bass drum and keeps us awake.
They sing a song with no rhythm or rhyme,
and it seems to get louder with the
passing of time.
One drops out here as another one starts
up there,
must be something in the warm night air.
They sing a song no one knows and as the
night progresses their symphony grows.
A big ribit here and a little one there,
one sounds hoarse, but I really don't care.
Sounds like they have left the lake and
moved up in the lawn,
suddenly it's quiet, it's the crack of dawn.
It will start all over again tomorrow night
I'm sure,
for the Bull Frog Symphony, there
is no cure.

� By Harold L. Phillips 2/99

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