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A Frog in the Evetide Glow

Hanging from ribbons high fathoms above,
High as the falcon or free wheeling dove,
Over the farms set in eventide charms,
Flailing with desperate arms.

A frog in the aether held up by his leg,
Petrified through to the point he would beg,
For some brand of providence, new from the sky,
To answer his desolate cry.

A singing amphibian, wailing his woe,
There in the purple of eventide glow,
Praying for mercy with tremulous hands,
Over the emerald lands.

Send me a kite, or a ladder I say!
Here in my nightmare, this ravenous day!
Quaking in fear with a fate so austere,
Hung in the welkin so clear.

Quaking upon me, like prophets with God!
Flying in madness o’er valleys and sod,
Wild to the core with a scene I deplore,
I don’t deserve this I’m sure!

Then from the shroud of a billowing cloud,
A stork with a heart filled with goodness so proud,
Swept in assistance to carry the frog,
Down to his home in the bog.

Storky! My dearest! Your pulchritude clearest!
Take me away to the water that’s nearest,
I am so tattered and brutally battered,
Here, with my wits nearly shattered.

Down to the land with prowess and command,
Brave aeronautics so gallant and grand,
Storky was gracious through airs very spacious,
Bold with his wings and tenacious.

Out of his trouble, his neck in a bubble,
The frog was delivered from doom on the double,
Croaking that froggy in swamp very boggy,
Glad to be slimy and soggy.