He looked all around but not one to be found. 
Not a fly, mosquito or gnat.
He tried hard to frown but felt such a clown ...
A frog’s expression stays flat.

It was dinnertime now.  He could eat a whole cow,
If it was served in tiny, small bits.
Any cow that flew by would soon let out a cry,
As it hurtled to where our frog sits.

Ah, here comes a fly, buzzing on by.
A much better victim than cows.
Frog’s tongue traps his meal, before the fly feels
More than a miniscule “Wow”.

Our frog is a king.  He’s just started to sing.
"Did everyone else see his kill?
Would a lady frog dare to accept his great flair
He’s still very much 'under the hill'."

But a fly isn’t much.  Not for stomaches and such.
And mosquitoes are mating above him
Out springs his tongue.  The eating’s begun.
Ah, how the elements love him.

Life is so great.  If he could now get a mate
All of his dreams would come true.
But alas and alack, When Nature’s on track.
There’s more in the water than blue.

Along came a snake under frog’s lily plate
And gobbled our friend in one go.
It was quick.  It was clean.  Snakes really aren’t mean.
They only eat so they’ll grow.

Frog is never no more on any earth shore.
His hunger is gone now completely.
So it’s not all that bad, Frog doesn’t feel sad.
Death settled his problems so neatly.

And when all’s said and done, in a way our frog won.
His world gave whatever he lacked.
He was rich every day, in his dear froggy way.
He loved life and life loved him back.

So is there a thought, about each meal that’s caught.
What lesson is Mum Nature giving?
The most sacred of all, for creatures huge, big and small,
Rejoice in each moment you’re living.