bob the frog

my name is BOB the frog,

and i am lost in the fog,

and i dont know where the hell i am ,

I fell off my lily pad ,

it was the only one i had ,

and i am heading downstream to a dam,

I would be a great swimmer,

if i was just a little thinner ,

my big belly i really could do without ,

But there is movement underneath ,

i can feel it with my weebed feet,

o dear it´s a big old grumpy trout ,

The current is getting strong ,

i fear now it wont be long ,

before this fish devourers me ,

i look left and right,

and try to swim with all my might

but this trout i just cant see 

it swims up from underneath ,

and picks me up by my feet,

and throws me up on to the bank ,

I jumped up and looked out,

at this grumpy old trout,

as i spit out the water i drank ,

Thank you mr trout,

for helping me back out ,

as he looks out through the fading fog ,

The trout says , if you were thin ,

it´s in my belly you would be in ,

i really dont like eating fat frog´s,

Bob the frog sat down,

with a worried looking frown ,

knowing that look is what he had ,

The trout shouts back  at bob ,

go back to your jumping mob ,

and the next time dont fall asleep on your lily pad 

the end 

writen 

by 

paul o carroll