Upon a log there sat a frog All day without a bite; A fly came by to ask for pie, "A piece," said Frog, "you might."
Now this dessert was made of dirt And offered with some tea; But when the fly perched on that pie, Frog's tongue flicked out with glee.
Upon his face a smile did place From ear to ear, until A heron bird, from what I've heard, Soon caught him in his bill.
[I recently joined a children's poetry newsgroup and tried my hand at writing a children's poem. This is my first result. Thanks to Zhanna P. Rader for inspiration and help with the metre and other technical matters.]
From "The Haiku Anthology" I became interested in Haiku and I have since written numerous haiku, senyru, and tanka. "Masago", my haiku pen-name, means "grain(s) of sand" in Japanese. I have recently started learning Esperanto and Japanese. A few years ago I developed a new eastern verse form which we now call 'Renhai'.