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FROG CHRISTMAS
Shhhhh!
Crackily, crack, tormentingly tight,
A flick of the finger against frosty night,
Makes blizzarding bells to boomingly ring
And desolate frogs to despairingly sing.
CROAK CROAK CROAK CROAK
Oh, orderly frog, so fashioned by God.
CROAK CROAK
Oh, orderly frog with sonorous throat,
Extraordinary ordinary frog,
Sat by the river, the lake and the moat,
Breathing and pulsing and dazzled with hope
That some fabulous, fabulist, flighty princess,
Will finally come to give him a kiss
At Christmas.
For hasn’t he penned and duly inscribed
All wondrous words and symbols besides
On a note?
Words that came chortling and chuckling and snorting
Out of his throat.
‘For Christmas,’ frog pleaded, ‘I want a sweet kiss
From a magical, powerful, saving Princess,
To turn me into a Prince.’
Oh, oozily, oozily, SMACK on his juicily,
Oozy mud lips,
Oh, give him a kiss on those gorgeously, greenily,
Icy cold lips.
So patiently waiting that loving, unjudging, remarkable kiss
That will free him and turn him
Into a Prince.
Oh, frog!
She will not come.
CROAK CROAK
CROAK CROAK
That magical Miss who with one single kiss
Could turn you into a Prince,
Regrets,
She is not ready yet,
To kiss a frog.
‘Then who will love me?
Who will turn me into a Prince?’
CROAK CROAK
Do not despair,
Oh, ample amphibian, with tympanic vibration,
Beautiful swimmer, with olfactory sensation,
So graceful in limb and ever so limber,
Oh, elegant frog, so quick to catch dinner,
The news yet is good.
For didn’t you know, haven’t you heard
Of the wonderful birth
Of a child?
Of angels all feathers and haloes and gold,
Swooping from heaven just to behold him,
Singing so purely in rills and trills and dear little spills
That silver the sky as they feather the hills
Of Bethlehem?
For there in a tiny, rocking old cradle
That sits all spare in a rocking old stable
Is a mother and child.
‘Hush, hush, baby,
Baby, baby, hush,
CROAK CROAK
CROAK CROAK
Don’t cry. Don’t cry,
I will sing a frog’s lullaby.’
CROAK CROAK. CROAK CROAK.
Oh, oozily, oozily, frog in the mud,
Rise up! Rise up!
For here in this holy and heavenly child
Is love! Is love!
To turn you into a Prince.
ALLELIUA! ALLELUIA! ALLELUIA!
Shhhhhh!
It’s Frog Christmas.
© Copyright GWEN GRANT
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