Christina Georgina Rossetti

Hopping Frog, Hop Here And Be Seen

Hopping frog, hop here and be seen, I'll not pelt you with stick or stone: Your cap is laced and your coat is green; Good bye, we'll let each other alone. Plodding toad, plod here and be looked at, You the finger of scorn is crooked at: But though you're lumpish, you're harmless too; You won't hurt me, and I won't hurt you.