I loved to hear the tree frogs sing,
Announcing that the wintry blast
Of cold, has finally passed.
The tiny frogs have sticky feet
So they climb trees, as they see fit,
And brighten our evening's noise
With their loud and shrilly voice.
But how did they survive the spell
When temperatures in the winter fell
To below freezing? The wily brood
Makes anti-freeze in their blood,
And stops their heart, ceases to breathe,
And thus survives the coldest freeze!
It's nature's adaptation art, -
If we could only be so smart!