Trilly ate a frog
And she ate another,
Then started gulping pollywogs
Straight from their marshy mother.
She wandered with a belly full
Of ri-bi-bits and croaks
That ricocheted around her skull,
Dirge of her eaten folks.
Trill couldn’t help but hum along,
Then had to skip a bit,
Then joined in the throaty song
And gladly went with it.
Trilly hopped the swamp,
Happily home in the bog,
Till something larger chomped
And became a bigger frog.