The Golden Home

I have one wish

said  the frog to the fish

to find a swamp

with flies so thick

itll be like eating from a dish

I'm on my way

said the frog to the day

to the golden home of my dreams

where there is lots of lilipads

so I can always play

This place is great like Rome

said the frog to his new home

so many flies and lilipads

but I miss fish

and now I feel like I'm always alone

I'm going back to the lake

said the frog to the snake

this grass is not green enough

for me to hide

this dream was fun but fake

Fish are you there ?

said the frog to the open air

did I make a wrong turn ?

there is not grass

I dont see my home any ahere

So back I walk

though the frog wouldnt talk

I miss my home

I hate that swamp where the flies taste like chalk

Where did the swamp go ?

said the frog to the snow

everything is frozen and cold

where is my home ?

I do not know

Ill go back down to the field of grass

said the frog to the glass

I miss my home

I wish I never left

but now its all just in the past

There is no field now only sand

said the frog to his dry burned hand

there is no water there is no grass

there are no flies or lilipads

just my home this golden land