Frogs by Bill Scott


for Elizabeth Scott

Fat frogs squat greenly

in waterholes.

Swim with hind legs

on hinges.

They sleep all day

under tankstands

where damp fern fronds

hang in fringes.

But on blowy nights

when rain rattles

on the stiff leaves

of palm and mango,

they swell their throats,

bellow, honk and tinkle—

that’s what I call

a frog fandango.


Source: The ABC Book of Australian Poetry: a treasury for young people compiled by Libby Hathorn (ABC Books 2010)


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