On a foggy rainy night in the bog
There sat a toad a tiny frog
Writing memories from their daily log
Tiny white floating feathers from above
The toad said the kind of night I love
There in the distance a crocodile
He raced in shadow quite in style
Stayed in the open for a while
Then hid himself in the green slimy bile
A turtle rode on his back for a while
One gulp made that crocodile smile
Down the waterways came a big black boat
Listing sideways yet still a float
Once someones dream now lost in the moat
Seldom seen like this in a winter's coat
All these things not seen by you and me
A life of leisure we on banks seldom see
A glimpse of shadowing billows made up by me
A crocodile, a toad, a turtle a life so free
And me in the city to work have to be