Valentine Amphibian

Before I croak I must confess

with my flypaper tongue how I care

from this vantage on my lily pad

You're as fine as frog's hair!

The object of my tadpole dreams

A looker green and fetching to me

Not even the fastest flies can escape

You're so cold-blooded and slippery

A paradise to any toad or traveler

is the swamp I find myself living in

But by far my heart can be happier...

Will you be my valentine, amphibian?