On The Lake

On the lake,
I saw a drake.
I saw the hue,
Of the morn so blue.
Then out came the sun,
Peeping around for some fun.
On the other side of the lake was a smelly bog,
Full of wart studded toads and hoppy frogs.
I like to observe don't you see,
I like to peep around rocks and trees.
But observing is a dangerous job,
You might find yourself bobbing in smelly gob.
Or surrounded by wart studded toads and hoppy frogs,
Or maybe floating on a petrified log.

By Chloe 26.11.08