Frog

I went to the pond to catch a frog,
I searched and searched on every log.

I brought with me a great big tub,
And sat it beneath a flowering shrub.

I searched up high in the trees,
And scraped up both of my knees.

I crawled around on the ground,
looking for something laying around.

I had mud all over me from my head to my toes,
I even had it on my nose!

My stomach told me it was time to eat,
So I put my shoes back on my feet.

As I walked away feeling very sad,
I saw a frog sitting on a lily pad.

My face lit up with a great big smile,
for he must of been there for quite awhile.

I leaped into the water up to my knees,
and he jumped away with the greatest of ease!

Spider Web

“You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die. A spider's life can't help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone's life can stand a little of that.”
― E.B. White, Charlotte's Web

Violin

The Fiddler
Hans Christian Andersen

In the little town there is much festivity:
they are holding a wedding there with dance and play.
To the happy man, the wine sparkles so red;
but the bride looks like whitewashed death.

Yes, dead she is to him whom she cannot forget;
he is at the feast but not as the bridegroom.
He stands among the guests at the inn,
stroking his fiddle cheerily enough.

He strokes his fiddle, his hair turning grey.
The strings resound: shrill and loud;
he presses it to his heart, paying no heed
whether it breaks into a thousand pieces.

It is quite hideous when one dies this way,
his heart young and still striving for joy.
I cannot and will not watch any longer!
It will make my head spin.

Who are you, with your fingers pointing at me?
O God - graciously protect us
from the madness that may overwhelm us.
For I am myself a poor musician.