The Battle of Froggy Lake

The Battle of Froggy Lake

By: Ley Wire

In a steamy lake, 

In late July, 

The air rang clear, 

With the battle cry.

The thick wind hummed, 

Through the reeds, 

As the summer flowers,

Shot their seeds. 

A quick, grey squirrel, 

Got his tail quite soaked,

As a big bass splashed, 

And a little toad croaked.

A monarch was dethroned, 

From her log, 

By a team of, 

Pouncing pollywogs. 

An aerial fleet, 

Prowled the skies, 

A band of glittering, 

Dragon flies. 

Froggies went, 

Hopping mad,

Launching off, 

From lily pads. 

The quarrel continued, 

The day grew dark, 

The crickets joined in, 

With the mole and the lark, 

The old owl watched, 

From the top of a roof, 

With a grave look,

Of stern reproof.

Flies got caught, 

In the spider's net, 

An excited pike, 

Got mosquitoes wet. 

Daddy catfish, 

Made everything quake, 

The end of the battle, 

At Froggy Lake.