there once was a small pond
with a duck in it
and by its bank a weeping willow
where lived a single cricket

they were both very lonely
but not for each other
“quack quack” went the duck,
and “chirrup, chirrup” went the cricket, frequently

they were silent sometimes
everything has to sleep
but time is no cure for loneliness
and day after day they “quacked” and “chirruped”

and strained to hear
an answer to their cries
until at last one day
oh God! a new sound, nearby…

“ribbit, ribbit”
said the frog.