what is a frog, what has he got
if not himself, then he has naught
soaring through the air like Fred Astaire
all for the sound of one famous plop
regrets, he had a few, too few to croak
just one, he wished he had a cloak
but as Basho said, if you wear that rag
I'll write about a warbler who gets soaked
and so as he faced the final curtain of water
among the reeds and disappointed warbler
he stared down, saw his reflection, but no sound, or redemption
and launched himself into history and centuries of haiku slaughter