Poem
Netsuke frog
The Collection
by Ruthie Segal (UK/France)
I collect frogs
China, glass, wood, brass
Large, small, I have them all
Plastic, cotton, I’ve got ‘em
Sitting, standing, on the landing
Squatting, lying, I’m buying
Brown, green, I have the cream
If they’re on show, I’ll go
‘Cos I collect frogs
Why collect frogs?
I’m not sure, it makes me poor
They look so fine and they’re all mine
But I must dust and some may rust
They are elite and look so neat
Although you know they just don’t grow
Is it so tragic believing in magic?
Perhaps you’ll wince when I find my prince
That’s why I collect frogs!
China, glass, wood, brass
Large, small, I have them all
Plastic, cotton, I’ve got ‘em
Sitting, standing, on the landing
Squatting, lying, I’m buying
Brown, green, I have the cream
If they’re on show, I’ll go
‘Cos I collect frogs
Why collect frogs?
I’m not sure, it makes me poor
They look so fine and they’re all mine
But I must dust and some may rust
They are elite and look so neat
Although you know they just don’t grow
Is it so tragic believing in magic?
Perhaps you’ll wince when I find my prince
That’s why I collect frogs!
