Once there lived a dreaming froglet.
How he longed to fly across the sky!
But oh, what a curse! How could he flee
The bog’s dull dreariness?
Everyone around was laughing loudly:
‘Just catch midges all day long —
Perhaps they’ll give you wings,
And then you’ll be ready to fly!’
‘Try jumping a little higher,
Like a woodland bird you might soar.
Then you’ll live up on the roof, for sure!’ —
So said the mouse, laughing through her words.
Some other would perhaps have cried
From hurt and sorrow, now and then,
Would give up dreaming, for good,
And settle down in the bog’s calm den.
Yet the little one would not surrender,
And, cherishing his dream with all his heart,
He stayed faithful to it,
Smitten as a lover with the sky’s blue hue.
The best day of all is drawing near,
His birthday, with presents galore.
He could have chosen a finer gift,
But he only wants a balloon — nothing more.
The guests laughed and hurried in
And gave him balloons with a grin.
They all agreed, quite plainly:
‘He’s just a bit of an oddball, mainly!’
But our little froglet took flight —
By morning, they saw a marvel bright.
Everything was just as he had wished,
What a magical, enchanted morning!
Smiling at his dream, he flies,
Holding his balloons without a fear.
The heights call out, like a magnet’s pull,
The brave one soars like a bird, sheer and clear.
Once there lived a dreaming froglet.
How he longed to fly across the sky,
So much that the heavens opened their arms,
And he was able to escape the bog, and fly.
Since then, that splendid little lad
Has been to every corner of the land.
He’ll write a book of his own
To say that every dream can come true!
