Greta stood with her basket of acorns,
always there seemed a twinkle in her eye,
but for what I wonder.
I watched as she stood next to the oak
by the pond, smoothing her apron
adjusting the ribbon on her hat.
Suddenly she smiled a big smile
looking into the cattails
up hopped a big bullfrog.
He greeted her with a big rib-bit
she laughed, clasping her hands together.
As I observed a bit there seemed to be
a language the two of them seemed
to understand, an other worldly language,
all chatter and croaks.
I shook my head, couldn't help but grin,
thinking all the while what an unlikely pair.
It's great.