I am a frog in the well, in love
with a bird in the sky, a dove;
she has seen and heard and tasted and felt
things I’ve never even dreamed of

Every morning she sits at the mouth of my well
and sings of a myriad wondrous things
She's never seen me, she never looks in;
of my existence, I dared not her tell

One day I noticed a change in her tune –
she had experienced all life had to offer;
but I knew in my heart she had not yet heard
the croak of a frog who loved her

So I took a deep breath and counted to three
then said in a deep voice: Look at me!
The sound startled her; she looked down in fright,
then gasped at the sight, and promptly took flight

I guess it was foolish to think we could be lovers