by Linda Batey

Created on: March 04, 2008

The Frog in Grampy's Pocket

Because my Grampy lives in Maine
When he comes for a visit, he comes in a plane.
He said he had brought me a present, and I was sure it was a dog,
But instead what he brought me was a invisible, hoppy frog!

It hopped out of his pocket three times in the car,
But the car was so small that it couldn't jump far.
But when we got home and put him in my room
He hopped and hopped! As high as a balloon!

He hopped onto Daddy's head, then onto Nana's eyelash
To Mommy's shoulder then onto Grampy's mustache!
It croaked three times and then hopped to my bed
Nana said he was hungry and MUST BE FED!

We fed him a cricket, a fly, then a bug
A snail, a worm and then a pretend slug.
It hopped to my pillow and without so much as a peep
Slowly closed his eyes and went to sleep.

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