I came across Sir Fatty Frog in the perennial garden the other day – gave me quite a start. He didn’t seem to notice me, so I presume he was thinking froggy thoughts in accordance with the way he was created.
Sir Fatty Frog
Sits on a leaf
(Why not a log?
Ask the frog!)
He’s plump and green,
Sir Fatty Frog
(I’m awfully keen
On that kind of green)
Sir Fatty Frog
Has bulgy eyes
(He’s all agog,
Sir Fatty Frog)
Give glory to God,
Sir Fatty Frog
(Just blink and nod,
He made you odd.)
Dedicated to my friend, Jeannette, who has been asking me to write more whimsical poetry.
Sir Fatty Blog will go on a deletion diet in the morning.
Lynniebeemuseoday 
You neglected to mention that he is a Copes Gray Tree Frog. I am sure this is a great disappointment to your herpetology readers.
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Sir Fatty, I have been negligent, indeed! Thank you for providing this important identification information for my herpetology readers. Of which I am sure there are MANY. I had forgotten what kind of frog it was, that’s how off-kilter I was. Oh, dear!
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Cute poem. I wonder what kind of groggy thoughts frogs have?
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😜❤️
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