What a strange bird
is the frog.
He fools himself flying.
Each time he takes to the sky,
he finds it isn’t flight.
What a weird fish
is the frog.
He tricks himself swimming.
Baptized again, he will raise
his head for another breath.
Sometimes he is nearly sure
what his place is.
Sometimes, he goes on –
without any questions,
just his name to take him.
Without any answers –
a different sort of
dance there.
He makes his mind up
only to find he’s
almost fooled himself
again.
What an odd bard
is the frog –
his voice bursts out boldly.
But he is always off-key
and doesn’t seem to know.
Sometimes he is nearly sure
what his place is.
Sometimes, he goes on –
without any questions,
just his name to take him.
Without any answers –
a different sort of
dance there.
He makes his mind up
only to find he’s
almost fooled himself
again.
He makes his mind up
only to find he’s
almost fooled himself
again.
He makes his mind up
only to find he’s
almost fooled himself
again.
He makes his mind up
only to find he’s
almost fooled himself –
Whoever made you
was drunk or a fool,
maybe only cruel or
maybe didn’t notice
under that thin
amphibious skin
the prince there
within who maybe
didn’t notice that
whoever made you
was drunk or a fool,
maybe only cruel or
maybe didn’t notice
under that thin
amphibious skin
the prince there
within who maybe
didn’t notice
you.
© 1992.