Poems (David)/To my dear friend Meta Rogers

by Edith Mary David

TO MY DEAR FRIEND, META ROGERS.

OH! Meta dear, so plump and green,
The gayest frogs that e'er were seen—
       At Iffley!

A thousand thanks to you my dear,
For frogs that I can never fear!
       At Iffley!

Ye send me these, enthroned with shell,
In scallop large to safely dwell
       At Iffley!

Happy, from Isis' deep cool wave,
They look so merry and so brave
       At Iffley!

Hurrah! long may my "froggies" fight,
Twitching-their boot with high delight,
       At Iffley!

My "froggies" green can croak their song,
Midst waters gently murmuring on,
       At Iffey!

And so my dear, I think 'tis time
That I should end my "froggie" rhyme
       At Iffley!

The day has closed, no twilight beams,
I'll go to bed and sweetly dream
       Of Iffley!

I have no fear to be awoke
By echo of a tuneful croak
       From Iffley!

And, Meta, now the stars are bright
I'll bid my frogs a warm Good night!
       For Iffley!