Last night I heard the froggies sing,
Their songs of love and prowess.
They sang so loud that I could hear
them inside my how is.

The crickets rubbed their tiny legs
to join the froggie chorus
In praise of God who made us all
I heard them singing for us.

Inside my house the teens made noise
of slamming doors and music
No wonder I woke with not enough sleep
A headache and a facial tic.

St. Casserole