Poetry by Chris Bunton Terry the tadpoleSwam with his friendsIn the vernal poolIn the spring time field. He swam here andHe swam over there.He swam and he swamLike all tadpoles can. But one day he sawHis pool was growing quite smallAnd that’s not all.His tail seemed to be falling off. What’s wrong with my worldContinue reading “The Frog Ballad”