SPRING FUN.
THE best of fun, I tell you, boys—
I wonder if you know?—
Is to get a dozen polywogs
And find out how frogs grow.
You go and catch them in the pond,
Along in early spring;
And when you stir them up—O, my!
They squirm like anything!
They are just like a little spot
Of jelly, with two eyes;
And such a funny little tail,
Of quite astounding size.
You put them in a great big dish—
A large bowl is the best.
They swim and squirm, and squirm and swim,
And never seem to rest.
Put in some dirt and water plants—
I’ve known them to eat meat.
They’ll grow and grow so beautiful
The girls would call them sweet.
And bunches by and by appear—
On each side there are two.
And little legs, like sprouting plants,
Will pretty soon peep through.
The legs grow long, the tail grows short;
And by and by you’ll see
There isn’t any tail at all
Where a tail used to be.
And froggy now can jump on land,
Or in the water swim.
And scientific men will now
“Amphibious” call him.