Ted Hughes - BullFrog lyrics

With their lithe, long, strong legs, Some frogs are able To thump upon double- Ba** strings, though pond water deadens and clogs. But you, bullfrog, you pump out Whole fogs full of horn – a threat As of a liner looming. True That, first hearing you Disgorging your gouts of darkness like a wounded god, Not utterly fantastically, I expected (As in some antique tale depicted) A broken-down bull up to its belly in mud, s**ing black swamp up, belching out black cloud And a squall of gudgeon and lilies. A surprise Now, to see you, a boy's prize, No bigger than a rat, with all dumb silence In your little old woman's hands.