Frogs

I love when frogs

Stick out their tongues.

They start to hop,

And breathe with their lungs

When Frogs do dance,

They really can’t stop,

They sometimes will ribbit,

And never will bop.

Frogs will give hugs,

And never will kiss.

Unless they’re a prince,

Then they never can miss.

They can’t really read,

They only say one thing.

They might be able to stand,

And neither can they sing.

By Anna