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The Frog Ballad

Chris Bunton
2 min readAug 7, 2023

Wellness Poetry by Chris Bunton

Terry the tadpole
Swam with his friends
In the vernal pool
In the spring time field.

He swam here and
He swam over there.
He swam and he swam
Like all tadpoles can.

But one day he saw
His pool was growing quite small
And that’s not all.
His tail seemed to be falling off.

What’s wrong with my world he said
The pool is dying up
in the blazing summer heat,
and I seem to be growing legs

My friends are changing too
What in the world will we do?
All the tadpoles asked the Bullfrog.
Who said “growk” in reply

Yes! Terry said. That’s what we do,
We go to the big pond across the way.
And look! We have legs for hopping now
It must be our destiny.

So as the tiny pool dried up
The frogs journeyed to big pond.
They hopped and hopped along.
Little did they know the dangers that await.

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Chris Bunton
Chris Bunton

Written by Chris Bunton

A writer, poet and blogger setting brush fires of freedom, spirit, and encouragement. You can also find me on Substack: https://chrisbunton.substack.com/

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