... When the marshy meadows glimmer With a misty, purple shimmer, And the twilight flush is changing into shade; When the firefly lamps are burning And the dusk to dark is turning,-- Then the bullfrogs chant their evening serenade ... ~Joseph Crosby Lincoln
2 thoughts on “Big old bullfrog”
Pretty cool to see! I love that poem!
It is a good one! 🙂