Rhymes of a Child's World by Miriam Clark Potter - HTML preview

 THE SOLEMN FROG

I think he’s judge of all the rest,

My friend, the solemn frog;

He’s judge of all the water things,

The skimming bugs with dripping wings,

The turtle on the log;

He sits upon a lily pad

And if he ever sees them bad

With sternness he will say:

“Go hide among the darkest weeds

Down deep, among the dungeon reeds,

And there repent your wicked deeds,

Away, young thing, away!”