I found a little frog in my room,
One fine afternoon, as I groomed my room.
I wonder high, I wonder low,
How it leaped in, I really do not know.
For all doors are closed and all windows are shut,
Entering my room would be like cracking a tough nut.
Rather a disgust, I thought at first glance,
Nothing to adore or awe, by any chance.
With a head full with steam and a broom in my hand,
I tried to chase it out with all that I can.
I screamed and yelled and stomped my feet,
With the broom in my hand, I swinged in an unruly beat.
But the little frog neither would budge nor cry nor flee,
Instead, it looked at me with its eyes cute as can be.
The little frog let out a comforting smile,
Then my heart softened like a little child.
“If you may, I truly want to be your friend,
For you, I really wish to care and tend.”
Its words touched my heart oh so deeply,
And so, a kiss I laid on its head, light and gently.
Lo and behold, the frog suddenly transformed,
Into prince charming, it astonishingly formed.
Oh dear, oh gosh, what is going on?
Dear prince charming, where you come from?
“Remember what I told you not too long ago?
I hope to be your friend, and not your foe.”
Such beautiful blessing, oh so surprising,
This little frog in my room is rather bewildering.
Dear little cute frog, you’re such an adore,
You entered my sealed room, which can be rather a bore.
You offered me friendship and joy and many more,
Yes, little frog, you’re such an adore.