The frogs got together one warm, sunny day,
As they usually did when they wanted to play.
“Let’s have a contest and see who jumps the best.
After we’re done we can all have a rest.”
The frogs all agreed and went off on their own
To practice their jumping; their muscles did tone.
Igram was silly, sometimes quite confused,
So he grabbed his jump rope which he always used.
He practiced for hours, jumping fast and then slow.
He leapt up and down moving in a straight row.
He twirled the jump rope and hopped, skipped and jumped.
When it was time for the contest, Igram was really pumped.
The frogs all met up by the pond near the lake.
“What have you got there for Pete’s sake?”
A big frog saw Igram with his rope and he scowled.
“If you think you’ll be using that, your mind is quite fouled.”
Igram didn’t see how the others laughed at him.
Most of them were fat; only a few were near slim.
“You can’t use the rope. You have to jump with your legs!”
The plump frog shouted at Igram as he ate hard boiled eggs.
Igram tossed down the rope and sighed and frowned.
“I’ll beat you all anyway. I can jump over that mound.”
“We’ll see,” said the plump frog and made the first leap,
Not realizing the mound was high and rather steep.
The other frogs tried their hardest to jump over the hill,
But couldn’t make it; their attempts came to nil.
When Igram had his turn, he leaped through the air.
“I’m not using my jump rope, so this is now fair.”
He leaped over the hill and won the first prize.
The other frogs were unhappy with their first tries.
From then on they all practiced with ropes just like his;
Igram smiled. “You can be thinner when we do the fly quiz!”