Frogs
Let us all now sing of frogs, of God's great green
And slimy gift to us. Confuse them not
With toads. They don't spread warts and don't steal cars.
Their legs taste just like chicken but they're so
Much more than food. They tell us things. When frogs
Are scarce, or when they have three eyes, we know
The earth is sick. And when we really need
A jolt they'll fall down from the sky on us
Like ping pong balls on Captain Kangaroo.
The frogs rained down in Egypt and they rained
In California too. Their exodus
Out of the sky could happen anywhere.
They'll rain down south and break the branches of
Magnolia trees. They'll rain up north into
The River Charles beside a fort some boy
Has made. They'll fall on sinners of all stripes,
On those who lied, on those who stole, on those
Who ate too much. And in the aftermath, with cars
And sidewalks stained a festive red and green,
We all are awed and humbled by the sight
Of God's great green and crimson slimy gift.
