Froggy Waltz

In a marshy realm where lilies sway,
A moonlit ball began one day.
Amid the reeds and croaky calls,
Commenced the dance, the Froggy Waltz.

With speckled coats of emerald sheen,
Frogs gathered ‘neath the lily’s screen.
Their tiny feet in a rhythmic trance,
They hopped and leaped in a merry dance.

Croak, croak, the maestro’s song,
Echoed through the night, so strong.
A conductor in a bow-tie of pondweed,
Directed the dance with skillful need.

Froggy couples, a twirl and a leap,
On lilypads, the waltz they’d keep.
With nimble legs, they hopped with glee,
In a symphony of amphibious esprit.

Moonbeams draped the dance floor pond,
As fireflies joined, a twinkle beyond.
Reflecting in water, a shimmering sight,
Nature’s ballroom, a magical night.

A bullfrog led with a booming croon,
As tadpoles watched, beneath the moon.
Their polliwog hearts filled with delight,
At the Froggy Waltz, a sheer delight.

In the shallows and by the bank,
Frogs hopped in unison, a joyful rank.
A chorus of croaks, a harmonic spree,
The pond alive with jubilant glee.

As dawn approached, the dance did cease,
Frogs returned to their lily pad lease.
But in memories, the lily’s vault,
Remained the magic of the Froggy Waltz.