Where is my song? Asked frog of the water lily one day
Maybe the wind has it, maybe she has blown it away
Why would she take my song, as it belongs to only me
I am not a frog without my song; can the wind not see?
Where is my song? Asked the frog of the grazing gazelle
Perhaps the tortoise has it, tucked right under her shell
Why would he take my song? It is not his to keep and take
I am not a frog without my song; he's made a big mistake.
Where is my song? Asked frog of the golden pond fish
Maybe the tadpole has it, could it be his birthday wish
Why would he take my song? It is my only song to sing
I am not a frog without my song, I need it as the frog king.
Where is my song? Asked the frog of the hippopotamus
Perhaps dragonfly has it; she always makes such a fuss
Why would she take my song? From my throat it must be
I am not a frog without my song, to my frogness it's the key.
Where is my song? Asked the frog of the tall pond reeds
Maybe the pine tree has it, making music for all her seeds
Why would she take my song? It's my call through the night
I am not a frog without my song, out of sound out of sight.
Where is my song? Asked the frog of the mother black swan
It's right where it belongs, where do you think it has gone?
No one has taken your song; it's right where it should be
Now open wide your big frog mouth and let your song sing free.
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Another lovely landscape to sing ones’s authentic melody 🙏 🎶 🐸 ❤️
Beautiful and power within the gentle inquiry, thank you