The Spring Serenade is about to begin
Come to the pond by the village wall
Or sit on your porch, or the hammock swing,
It won’t make a bit of difference at all.

When it’s half past dusk
And the air hints of cool,
That’s the time they start singing,
As a rule.

An army of peepers
is in fine voice tonight,
And the chorus frogs
chime in to my delight.

The peepers don’t always
Cling tight to their trees,
So if you go for a stroll,
Bring your umbrella please-

Just so you shouldn’t
Have frogs land on your head,
Or slip down your back-
And watch where you tread!

The volumes rises
As they sing en mass
Their paean to nature-
Of pond and grass.

Full compliment tonight
A complete froggy caucus-
What? I can’t hear you
With all of this raucous!