Here I sit all alone on my comfy cushion. I gave up on the lily pad when it floated away across the pond. This is a pleasant enough resting place. So I sit here silently and very still, hoping my luck will change.
I’m not just a simple speckled frog. After all, a toad by any other name is still a toad. In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m covered in spots and stripes.
What do you mean, I’m not worthy? I got dressed up specially for the occasion. Did you not notice the floral hairpiece that I wore especially to get your attention?
Do not fear me. That old myth is not true. I’m not a handsome prince under the spell of a wicked curse. I can be so much more than that.
I may have googly eyes but they are designed for gazing into your own gorgeous green eyes. I’m just crouching here in eager anticipation of your visit. All it will take to turn my frown upside down and make me smile again is a tasty little snack.
Come little damsel fly – fly just a bit closer to my cushion. And I will show you my lucky grin.