The Brave Frog and the Clever Tadpoles

Deep in the jungle, where the trees grow tall, On a green leaf sat a frog, so small. Her eyes were bright, her heart was kind, And her tiny tadpoles swam close behind.

The tadpoles wiggled, they splashed with glee, In a pool beneath their leafy tree. But danger lurked in the humid air— Hungry wasps were buzzing near!

The tadpoles shivered; they felt the fright, Their tiny tails quivered in the dim sunlight. But Mama Frog croaked, "Stay calm, my dears! I'll protect you all—no need for tears."

The wasps swooped down with a buzzing sound, But the clever tadpoles knew what to do now. With a wiggle and splash, they leapt from sight, Plunging into the water to hide from the fight.

Mama Frog stood firm on her leafy throne, Facing the wasps all on her own. With a mighty kick of her strong back legs, She sent those wasps flying like scrambled eggs!

The jungle grew quiet; the danger was gone, And Mama Frog croaked a victory song. Her tadpoles peeked out from their watery bed, Safe and sound with nothing to dread.

"You're brave and smart," she said with pride, "And together we'll thrive in this jungle wide." The tadpoles wiggled; they knew it was true— With Mama Frog near, there's nothing they can't do!

So under the stars and the moon's soft glow, The frog and her tadpoles began to grow. In their jungle home, so lush and grand, They lived happily ever after on their leafy land.