The sounds of the Buddha frog*
A night with a croaker croaking
It sounds very voistrous and also outspoken
Calling for his dominance with flies in his eyes
He sits with great intent as his belly lies
He hears his friends and they remark too
A little fly flew by and in his mouth he chews
Now he sits content on his water lily in the fog
He just repeated his lunch with the sounds of the Buddha frog
Dom* Colucci 2009*
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