Tim Stiles - Froggy Window

Plip plop, go a matter of drops
Paying close attention to H2O's reflection on
The window, the canvas
The rain, the paint, with the windowsill, their guard

Water makes its way based on the artist, the wind's say
And the amount of drips involved
From the inside we watch
Their confusing execution and cavernous crawl

After a few slick turns and quick stops
Rivers are portrayed like a tangled rope of slip knots
Some beads proliferate
While others dissipate and soon dissolve

Moving in closer, we begin to contemplate
Did nature just create patterns for us to solve
Our breath condensates upon the windowpane
So we spell our name with a greasy palm

From the start of the raining, we're a part of this painting
Equally artists involved
Mesmerized by the causeways
Reflections of webbed feet soon become the cost paid

Within throws of the fog
Green skin starts to glow, fingertips grow enlarged
Soon each breath we take finds a timely escape
And formulates the shape of frogs, anyway

Hip hop, goes the amphibian's walk
Minding his own, traversing the pond
Searching for a mate at a stepping-stones pace
Hopping lily pad to pod

Tick tock, go the hands of the clock
As a past unsolved remains in his thoughts
Hickory, dickory, dock
Oh, how quickly we evolve with such wizardry involved

Hip hop, goes the amphibian's walk
Residing alone, submerged in his pond
Happy in his place, keeping his own pace
Not bouncing from pad to pod

Tick tock, go the hands of the clock
Might be time to move on but he thinks not
Hickory, dickory, dock
Oh, how stubborn we evolve with such misery involved

He goes a hip, hip, hop
He goes a hip, hip, hop
Time goes a tick, tick, tock
It goes a tick, tick, tock

He goes a hip, hip, hop
He goes a hip, hip, hop

Time goes a tick, tick, tock as he hip, hip, hops
Time goes a tick, tick, tock
Until the clock's ticks stop

Written by:
Timothy Stiles

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