My Frog

On the edge of my desk
Lives my precious frog
He lies with his legs dangling down
I love it forest green colour
Beady little eyes with a big happy frown
Soft short fur makes me want to cuddle
Been faded because I dropped it in a puddle
Given to me from my sister when I was born
I wasn’t able to eat any corn
Given on a special Thursday
When I was young I put it in my mouth
North, west, east and south
Looks like my sleepy dog
But in the shape of a log
If my brother broke it I would bash him to the floor
I will keep it forever, even when I’m old and poor
When I’m sad
He makes me feel glad
Makes the sound of a beanbag
It can only be my frog