Chorus
the little ones climb the walls
they think they are frogs.
Then August comes
and the ditch runs wide.
Full of bugs,
frogs hop
across the lawn.
That old bearded one
looks like my grandfather,
but he jumps like
my son
into the shadows,
where someone is singing.
May 4, 2008
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