A Question Concerning Eric Carle
Where do frogs go in the winter?
What do they do?
Do they huddle under covers like me and you?
Forgive me, you and I, a terrible mistake.
Brown bear, brown bear what do you see?
A big green frog, the blue horse watches on so tiredly.
What does the frog see?
At the bottom of the pond, huddled where he stopped swimming.
Just stopped for a while, according to his own will.
I would like to be just like him, refusing to see any animal anymore.
I would like to just stop and huddle, and forget what I saw.
I would like to just stop and huddle, until the lake melts and it is time to swim once again.
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