Froggie

Froggie on the rock so small and green, / Happiest frog you’ve ever seen . . . […] Along comes another frog, oh so big, / First little froggie jumps on a twig . . . […] Little froggie lands on a lily pad, / Big froggie follows, oh so mad . . .

‘I can do what I like, buddy,’ said Duke. ‘I’m the one with the little froggie here. She’s cute too. Ribbit. Ribbit.’

I lean in for a closer inspection as one little froggie flops arrhythmically down in front of me.