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Mocking Frogs and Men

"Though boys throw stones at frogs in sport, the frogs die not in sport but in earnest." --Bion of Smyrna

I am reminded of a line from King Lear: "As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods, They kill us for their sport." -- Shakespeare
In the poem that follows Robert Service takes up the theme of the carelessness of the "gods" toward mankind, only here it is less than human men who play "gods" with the lowly frog.

The Smoking Frog
Three men I saw beside a bar,
Regarding o'er their bottle,
A frog who smoked a rank cigar
They'd jammed within its throttle. 
A Pasha frog it must have been
So big it was and bloated;
And from its lips the nicotine
In graceful festoon floated. 
And while the trio jeered and joked,
As if it quite enjoyed it,
Impassively it smoked and smoked,
(It could not well avoid it).

A ring of fire its lips were nigh
Yet it seemed all unwitting;
It could not spit, like you and I,
Who've learned the art of spitting. 
It d…

For Dickinson the Hills Undressed

Frequently the woods are pink,
Frequently are brown;
Frequently the hills undress
Behind my native town.

Oft a head is crested
I was wont to see,
And as oft a cranny
Where it used to be.

And the earth, they tell me,
On its axis turned,—
Wonderful rotation
By but twelve performed!

--Emily Dickinson