The finch trills in the apple tree br His: Tiriliree! br A frog climbs slowly up to him, br Up to the treetop's leafy rim br And puffs right up and croaks: "Hallooo, br Ol' chum: see, I c'n do it too!" br br And as the bird his song of spring br So sweetly to the world doth sing, br The frog chimes in with sassy tones br And interjects his bassy drones. br br The finch exclaims: "O Joy, hurray! br I'll fly away!" br And springs into the azure sky. br br br "Hah!" cries the frog, "Well so kin I!" br He makes a most ungainly bound br And splats onto the bare hard ground. br He's pancake flat, and that's no joke: br He's croaked his very final croak. br br If someone climbs laboriously br Into the branches of a tree br And thinks himself a bird to be: br Wrong is he.