Southern Corroboree Frog

As he hides, in the tall grass like spines,
Waiting for his next prey,
With bright designs and lots of lines,
Hoping no one walks away.

A poor ant walks past, not noticing his death,
The little frog is getting ready,
To pounce upon his next breath.

The toxins in his skin will kill you in a second,
He hasn’t any predators,
So stay out of his beckon.

With very little water and nowhere to pray,
This very little frog can’t find a comfy place to stay.
Walking in the wetlands and having a play,
This very little frog can’t find a perfect place to stay.

Don’t hurt me,
Don’t kill me,
Don’t ruin my home.

No food, no friends, no fun.
Walking in the wetlands having a play,
This very little frog can’t find a comfy place to stay.