From a marsh I march by On mornings less-than-dry, Resounds, as a cello, A bullfrog's bellow. Notes in fallen keys Of solemn symphonies Announce the dawning day As a fool for a play. From bases of broad oaks, This hopping herald croaks; It leaps from pond to pond Singing songs of a beyond. Within any brook or bog, Find a harping bard - a frog.
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