Consider The Bullfrog Poem by Pamela Spiro Wagner

Who
night and day
belches "jug-o-rum"
to a teetotaling
bog; whose noisy
lieder of drink
and bawds last all
summer long;
who nibbles
asterisks
of water striders
dimpling the surface
of the black pond
and ensnares
tangy damselflies
with the quick ribbon
of his tongue;
who after all
is not a Prince
in disguise; who
suffers himself to be
pithed for science;
who sculls the sweet
mud, suffering 'la nostalgie
de la boue'; who
is Frog among frogs;
who needs no god;
who does not know
he will die.