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Translator with Jeffrey
The Locusts on Migration
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The Poet's Introduction
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The Bison's Tale
Bison: Page Two
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The Serpent's Tale
Serpent: Page Two
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The Salmon's Tale
Salmon: Page Two
Salmon: Page Three
A Whale of a Tale
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The Hummingbird's Tale
Hummingbird: Page Two
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The Tern's Tale
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The Cricketary Tales of Jeffrey Jawser

There was a swallow there who with us came,
A cheerful fellow, one Martin by name.
As musician he was top of the scale:
No one trilled better - no, not the nightingale.
As the mythic bard charmed rocks and even trees,
And with his lyre did mad beasts appease,
So Martin's chants calmed our beasts boisterous.
Truly he was an avian Orfeeus.
Religious too he was and mystical,
And nested in a pious cubicle.
When high he was graceful, slender and sleek.
But for that his legs were extremely weak,
He walked with shuffling gait on all terrain:
To flap was joy but footwork entailed pain.
In blue/black livery was he ever seen;
His coat reflected a metallic sheen.

Martin the Swallow

There came with him disciples three or four,
And of these birds I'll henceforth tell you more.

A frog was with us also, and a toad
Like twin peas they looked and yet antipode
Was one to the other! Both short and stout
This much is true. Both seemed to be without
A neck between thick body and fat head.
Both wore a great big smiling grin that spread
Across the mouth from ear to far off ear.
Both with bulging eyes - was ever pair so queer?
As in shape, form, guise, so in conduct too
This toad and frog were to each other true.
Nor fond frog nor tender toad would deign perform
The act of love unless weather was warm!
The toad with mate - be she never so fair -
And he as horny as rabbit or hare,
Would turn his back with a fiddle-de-de
If the temperature dropped just one degree!

Toad by Hilda Simon

The frog - spirited to the maximum
Croaking and belching "Jug-o-rum, jug-o-rum,"
Mounting with joy, swooning from the bliss,
Begging his lady "Give your prince a kiss..."
Suddenly mercury in a glass tube
Falls a decimal. At one jump this boob
Ejects his hot honey from his foothold:
He won't turn the trick - it's just too darn cold!

Frog by Hilda Simon

And so, dear reader, in this chirping mode,
I sing the harmony of frog and toad.
With further rhyme will I paint their scenes wroth,
But leave them now to tell you of a moth.