The sex life of toads

                   sheds light, a battle

                   between them really,

                  The sweet-and-sour

                  rivalry with species

                  everywhere

                   As the   male toad finds a way

                   of deceiving the females

                   it is courting:

                   The female prefers to mate

                   with big males and chooses

                   her partner in the dark;

                   She judges his size,

                   by the depth of his voice:

                   the larger the toad

                   The deeper the croak.                           

                   Deception only

                   becomes possible

                   Because temperature

                   affects the croak--a  cold

                   toad can make a deeper noise;

                   So the male cunningly

                   seeks out

                   the coldest part of the pond

                   And croaks away. And

                    the unfortunate female

                   who thinks she may be mating

                   With a large, warm toad

                   may well be deceived

                   by a small, cold one.

                   Imagine her surprise

                   as she realizes

                   that the louder

                   The croak does not

                   necessarily mean

                   the better the mate.

                   The same among humans,

                   who also live and learn: 

                   the fascination will never

                 End, however trouble-torn

                   the world sometimes is.

                   So the next pond

                   You pass by, reflect 

                   on the intrigue

                   in its depths,

                    And the infinite

                   variety of things,

                   moving around.