Poems (David)/To my dear friend Meta Rogers
TO MY DEAR FRIEND, META ROGERS.
OH! Meta dear, so plump and green,The gayest frogs that e'er were seen— At Iffley!
A thousand thanks to you my dear,For frogs that I can never fear! At Iffley!
Ye send me these, enthroned with shell,In scallop large to safely dwell At Iffley!
Happy, from Isis' deep cool wave,They look so merry and so brave At Iffley!
Hurrah! long may my "froggies" fight,Twitching-their boot with high delight, At Iffley!
My "froggies" green can croak their song,Midst waters gently murmuring on, At Iffey!
And so my dear, I think 'tis timeThat I should end my "froggie" rhyme At Iffley!
The day has closed, no twilight beams,I'll go to bed and sweetly dream Of Iffley!
I have no fear to be awokeBy echo of a tuneful croak From Iffley!
And, Meta, now the stars are brightI'll bid my frogs a warm Good night! For Iffley!