There lived a little dreamer frog.
He longed to soar across the sky!
But what a spell, oh, what a curse!
How could he leave the bored old bog?
Everyone around was laughing loudly:
“Catch mosquitoes all day long.
Maybe wings will be given to you,
And you'll be ready to fly!”
“Maybe you'll jump a little higher,
And like a forest bird you'll soar.
Then you'll end up living on the roof!”
That's what the mouse said through her laughter.
Some other frog would surely have cried
From hurt and sorrow now and then,
And given up on dreaming forever,
Finding peace again in the bog.
But the little one refused to give up.
Holding his dream close to his heart,
He wanted to stay true to it,
Just as one in love with the blue sky.
The best day is coming soon,
With presents for his birthday party.
He could choose a better gift,
But all he wants is a balloon, and that's it.
The guests laughed and hurried in,
And with smiles they gave him balloons.
Together they all agreed:
“He's just a weirdo, no matter how you slice it!”
But our little frog took off!
By morning they saw a miracle.
Everything turned out just as he wished,
The most magical morning ever!
Smiling at his dream, he flies,
Holding the balloons without fear.
The heights call to him like a magnet,
And the brave one soars like a bird.
There lived a little dreamer frog.
He longed to fly across the sky so much
That the sky opened its arms wide,
And he finally escaped the bog.
Ever since, that brave little fellow
Has travelled to every corner of the earth.
He'll write his own book
Saying that all dreams come true!
