Suzanna

“Ri, ri, ri”, bubbled the li’l tadpole.
Not a soul heard him.

“Rib, rib, rib”, bumbled the li’l tadpole.
Not a fly came close.

“Ribbi, ribbi, ribbi”, bawled the li’l tadpole.
Not a child peeked in.

“Ribbit. Ribbit. Ribbit,’ blurted the li’l tadpole.

“Oh, so you’re a frog are you?”, said the gardener looking into the pond.




(sticking out of the little pond at the Indo-American plant nursery at Ambara)