The Tiny Frog -- by Samuel Mack-Poole.

The Tiny Frog:

I will never forget that quaint memory:
Boldly walking with my innocent zest,
Merely five years old and keen to impress
My dad and granddad whom were close to me,
In those Bostall Woods with their rare beauty;
As elegant as Venus' bare breast,
And as potent with life as a bees nest --
An army of tiny frogs jumped zealously
Towards me; my dad quickly picked one up
And put it in my eagerly cupped hands.
It jumped and jumped with life and dumb vigour.
In the dark of that flesh and boney cup,
Its will to escape exceeded that of man:
That's why its one of nature's winners.