FROG IN MY POCKET

I was standing alone
By myself, by the bog
That’s when I heard
What sounded like a frog

I checked in my pocket
The most obvious place
Nope, nothing there
No warty froggy face

I looked under my shoe
To see if I could see
If I had stepped
On a frog, it could be

Not a croak, not a peep
There was nothing there, YET
There WAS a sound
And it growled like a bear

Just what was going on
First a croak, then a growl
Totally NOT
A yowl or a fowl howl

It happened once more, but
I knew now what it was
For sure a growl
That’s just what stomachs does