Spring skips gayly through the trees

Waking hedgehogs, rousing the bees

Scattering warmth into field and ditch

Making the dormouse’s whiskers twitch

But spring, as we know, is the season

when amorous amphibians lose all reason

And all the gentlemen frogs are drawn

To the lady frogs and their jelly like spawn

And to get the tadpoles he has to make sure

So he often clings on for a day or more

 

Who’d be a frog eh?