While walking by a pond one day to see what I could see,
                         I chanced to spot a little frog a-looking up at me.
                He climbed onto a lilly-pad and hopped up on a log;
                         Not every day one gets to see a climbing, hoppy frog.
                At first he looked so very sad, but then I saw him grin.
                         I reached right down to tickle him, but frogs don't have a chin.
                And so I bade him fond farwell, I must be on my way.
                         I'll see you if I chance to pass this pond again someday.