Irritant

 

A frog rested quietly, under a tree

Near a stream, in the wood.

He closed his eyes in reverie,

And dreamed of all he'd do if he could.

 

A hundred sweet visions flashed in his mind

That took him both near and away.

Ahh! such peace we may never ever find

As he had found that day.

 

Soon, a pesky fly came buzzing along

And he saw the old frog at rest.

So he buzzed him short and buzzed him long,

Then he stopped and lit on his chest.

 

He zoomed off again with his buzzing song

And the frog slowly opened an eye.

Then he stuck out his tongue

And muffled the song

As he swallowed the pesky fly.