Once lived a little frog who dreamed.
He longed so much to soar across the sky!
But alas, what a spell! —
How could he escape the swamp's dull days?
All around, everyone laughed out loud:
“Just catch mosquitoes all day long.
Maybe someone will give you wings,
And then you'll be ready to fly!”
“Maybe jump a little higher,
Then take off like a forest bird.
You'll end up living on the roof!” —
So the mouse said, laughing through her words.
Another might have cried, perhaps,
From hurt and sorrow now and then,
And given up dreaming forever,
Finding peace in the swamp again.
The little one would not give up,
And, cherishing his dream with all his heart,
He wanted to stay true to it,
Like a lover of the sky's blue art.
The best day was drawing near,
His birthday, with gifts galore.
He could have chosen something better,
But he only wanted a balloon, nothing more.
Guests laughed and hurried in,
And handed him balloons with smiles.
They all agreed together:
“He's just an odd one, no matter how you look at it!”
But our little frog took flight —
The next morning, they saw a wonder.
Everything turned out just as he wished,
The most magical morning ever!
Smiling toward 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, my dear.
Once lived a little frog who dreamed.
He longed so much to soar across the sky,
That the sky opened its arms wide,
And he was able to escape the swamp, and fly.
From then on, that brave little fellow
Was known in every corner of the earth.
He will write his own book,
Proving that all dreams come true from birth!
