Francesca Frog stands metres tall
On flippers flat and wide.
With bulging eyes, the size of pies,
That roll from side to side.
The forest shakes, the cold earth quakes,
Whenever she’s about.
And when she hops into the pond,
The water all hops out.
Her tongue can stun two hundred flies,
She’s really like no other.
And yes, you’re right,
She’s quite a sight.
But you should see her mother.