The Magical Blue Frog

A stormy night and all the trees blowing,  while the ponds fill high

The trees drowning out the light, but by daylight all was calm

One small tiny frog it be, lay on his side frightened by the night

His family gathered by his side, but feared he would not stay alive

Then suddenly, magically, a strange thing, a bright and colorful blue so bright

A frog that had golden eyes, and a tongue not afraid to say, I will save your babe!

Laying down upon his side, next to the little frog, he cuddled him so ever tight

And spoke about the difference of families, and how we judge no other different

Making sure he was warm, he gave up his tongue, and wrapped it around his head

Amazed by such a sight, not sure if this was really right?

Though magic struck this little one, and soon he started to breathe

The magical blue frog was now surely a king

They hopped around, and made laughter, and joy to the living pond

For a new day began, and no other but the blue frog, so different, he would win

This gallant, most marveled miracle, and though he could never speak again

The love of one another would never be the same