Spring Pool Party
Across busy roads
From all postcodes
There’s a race to the spring pool party.
There’s no highway code
For green and brown toads
Hopping to the spring pool party.
Small and big frogs
In bright swimming togs
Bounce to the spring pool party.
With a hop, skip and dash
In the pond. SPLISH! SPLASH!
Guests arrive at the spring pool party.
There’ll be foamy delight
And croaking all night
Making merry at the spring pool party.
Soon tadpoles, then froglets
With chirps, squeaks and ribbits
Will emerge from the spring pool party.
From all postcodes
There’s a race to the spring pool party.
There’s no highway code
For green and brown toads
Hopping to the spring pool party.
Small and big frogs
In bright swimming togs
Bounce to the spring pool party.
With a hop, skip and dash
In the pond. SPLISH! SPLASH!
Guests arrive at the spring pool party.
There’ll be foamy delight
And croaking all night
Making merry at the spring pool party.
Soon tadpoles, then froglets
With chirps, squeaks and ribbits
Will emerge from the spring pool party.
This poem is copyright (©) Morna Sullivan 2026
About the Writer
Morna Sullivan
Morna Sullivan has always had a love of stories and has been reading and writing stories and poems since she could read and write. She is a member of the Coney Island Writers Group and a SCWBI member regularly attending the Belfast chapter meetings. She has recently taken over as SCBWI Regional Advisor (Ireland) leading a team of volunteers supporting children’s writers and illustrators across Ireland.
