Kissing Another
Frog
av ©Elinca André
(alla rättigheter tillhör Elinca André)
I´m lost in the woods
of spruces and oaks
from the sparce neighborhoods
I left all my folks
I´m stumbling and puffing
over stones over moss
The forest is bluffing
me around to be lost
But there´s a small little lake
among the maples and oaks
where the dragonflies wake
and the frogs and toads croak
If I find the magic frog
who can change my tragic life
I will kiss him in the fog
and beg to be his wife
I wade in the lake
and I wallow in frogs
I´m pale and I´m naked
among fairies and bugs
I´m desperately kissing
and holding a toad
I´m waiting and listening
and in sadness reload
-and I´m kissing another frog