A Frog He Would

A Frog He Would

A frog he would a-wooing go:

He balled his cheeks, began to blow;

He blew a kiss which struck a crow.

A frog he would a-wooing go.

A cow she would a-mooing go:

And with a sigh began to low;

She started fast and ended slow.

A cow she would a-mooing go.

A dove he could a-cooing go

From roof to garden down below,

From owl to fowl with pigeon toe.

A dove he could a-cooing go.

A frog, a cow, a dove: all three

Went wooing, mooing, cooing free

Within the pond, the field, the tree,

The wooing, mooing, cooing three.

Alan R Garner

11th February 2008 (For Froggie who asked for a poem)