There was a little spotted frog called The Hermit
But unbeknown to those who knew him
The little spotted frog was no hermit
He was industrious, energetic and determined
But to those who did not know him
Whenever he retreated into his cave
They would berate and disparage him
But the little spotted frog was in actual fact no hermit
But to those who envied and despised him
The little spotted frog would forever remain a recluse
A coward who would seek refuge in his cave
Whenever the problems of the world made him weary
The little spotted frog’s frequent retreats
Was deemed to be a weakness
But unbeknown to them it was the contrary
The little spotted frog was reinvigorated and re-energised
Whenever he emerged from his sanctuary
For the little spotted frog was no hermit
He was ever ready to take on the world
But this was unbeknown to his enemies
As in stealth they lay waiting in anticipation
For the little spotted frog was wise to their wily ways
He preferred to be known as The Hermit
For then his enemies would forever be lulled
Oblivious and uninformed in a deep slumber
©The Blue Flamingo
