The Snake, the Frog and the Fly

The Snake, the Frog and the Fly

The snake lay flat in a patch of sun

Not moving much, just watching for fun

Along came a frog with a curious hop

He paused, then blinked, then came to a stop

The fly zipped past with a buzz and a spin

The frog licked his lips and gave a grin

He crouched real low with a twitch of his knee

Thinking, That buzzing looks tasty to me

The snake stayed still with a sneaky smirk

He thought, I love when the frog does the work

The fly looped once, then twice, then dipped

The frog gave chase but his timing slipped

He landed face-first in a patch of slime

The fly, of course, was gone by that time

The snake just chuckled, smooth and slow

You frogs are quick but never quite go

The frog sat up with a squelchy frown

One eye crossed and one eye down

He said, That fly is too high and wide

But you, my friend, are worse — you hide

The snake replied, That’s part of the game

I wait, I watch, I earn my name

The fly came back and zipped round once more

This time aiming right for the floor

He spun through the air like a tiny kite

The frog got ready, he timed it right

His tongue shot out with a slippery snap

The fly went free, the frog fell flat

The snake said kindly, You really should quit

You’re missing more than you’re likely to hit

The frog said, I know, but it’s worth a go

It’s better than watching the daisies grow

The fly came back with a daring dive

The frog gave chase like he’d just come alive

The snake just sighed, slid under a tree

And muttered, One day, they’ll land on me