poem about frogs

In emerald realms where water lilies float, And whispers of the wild gently gloat, There dwell the jesters in green coats— The frogs, with their croaky anecdote. Underneath a moon’s silvery sheen, On a stage of lily pads serene, They leap and land, unseen, unheard, Save for the splash—a lone, rippling word. With bulging eyes…