Upon the night:

Green upon green the voices ring,

Hyla regilla, soft nights of spring.

Still water drifts along the swales,

Rana catesbeiana, till starlight fails,

Among the rushes safely hide,

Sadly pleading 'til morning tide.

All seeking in the lonely night,

Keening for love to ease their plight.

Longingly stare with golden eyes,

Awaiting kindred soul to rise,

Silver ripples, along she glides,

Towards the pad where he abides.

From beneath the leaf she coyly peeps,

With melting heart to his branch she leaps,

Those bright eyes set atop her head,

She gently climbs upon his bed.

With thin moist lips and sticky tongue,

Thus nose-to-nose, his song is sung.