They gathered around, one by one,
As they entered the clearing by the pond,
Sitting on toadstools and lily pads,
Or on the log covered in fronds.
Fireflies lit up the place, and so did the stars,
The moon shone in a dull way too, adding to the light.
The merry bunch croaked in excitement,
Looking forward to their sleepover that night.
They hopped around and chased flies as they pleased,
Then they sat ribbiting about the day that had ceased.
The log ones eyed the fireflies, while the ones on the lily pads-
Aimed for the tiny bugs skimming past the reeds.
As the night grew darker, they bunched up together-
To share spooky tales and to hoot at scared faces.
The trill of horror stories had just begun,
The croaking got higher as they all joined in the fun.
Though they had their favourites, they all seemed to agree,
That the scariest of all, barring the snake’s hiss-
Was that of the poor frog who turned into a human,
From the curse of an unfortunate kiss.
