Once there lived a frog who loved to dream,
He longed to fly up high across the sky!
But what a spell! How could he break away
From the soggy billabong, day after day?
All the mates around him started to laugh:
‘Catch mozzies all day, that's the way!
Maybe you'll sprout wings, who can say?
Then you'll be ready to fly, mate!’
‘Hop up high, like a bird in the trees,
Flap your legs and you'll catch the breeze!
You'll be living on the roof, I'm sure!’
Sniggered the cheeky mouse, all the more.
Some other frog might have wept and cried
From hurt and sorrow, feeling so low,
Given up on dreaming for good,
And settled down in the mud, slow and slow.
But the little fellow wouldn't give in,
And with all his heart he held his dream,
Staying true to it through thick and thin,
Like a lover of the endless blue sky.
The big day was coming, the best of the year,
With presents and a party for his birthday,
He could ask for a gift much better, I fear,
But all he wanted was a balloon, and that's all, mate.
The guests laughed and hurried in,
And handed him balloons with a grin.
They all agreed, without a doubt:
‘He's a daft one, no matter how you turn it out!’
But our little frog took off in flight,
By morning everyone saw the wonder.
Everything was just as he'd wished it might,
A magical, unforgettable morning, no blunder!
Smiling at his dream, he soars up high,
Holding his balloons without a fear.
The sky calls to him like a magnet nigh,
The brave little fellow glides like a bird, my dear.
Once there lived a frog who loved to dream,
He longed to fly across the sky so wide,
And the sky opened its arms so warm,
And he managed to escape the billabong's side.
From that day on, that brave little lad
Went to every corner of the wide world.
He'll write his own storybook, good and glad,
Proving that every dream can come true, unfurled!
