Upon the verdant boughs I leap and sing,
A melody 'neath moonlit sky I weave,
When whispers of the night in chorus ring,
In harmony with leaves, I do believe.

A song of emerald dreams upon the breeze,
With notes of silver dew from heaven's spray,
The tranquil croak serenades shadowed trees,
And dances through the canopy at bay.

Oh, lovely dusk, embrace my froggy flight,
Where ripples of the pond reflect my heart,
As evening wraps the world in gentle night,
The froggy symphony shall not depart.

Hark! A serenade in vibrant hues,(
The tree frog's sonnet in whisper imbues.)