Whilst contemplating sat upon a log!
I had a strange conversation with a Frog.
The Frog he did come hopping along,
Whistling and singing a merry song.

The Frog did say; I like your hat!
A wise old Owl began to chat!
He fluttered down; and there we sat,
The Frog, the Owl and me in my hat.

The day will come when all we see!
Caravans, tents, Hotels; no tree,
And all the land, one big city!
Are the words the Owl spoke to me.

Houses and concrete will be the norm!
And everywhere flooded after the storm.
And just like me, we all will croak!
These are the words the Frog spoke.

By Jim Noond.