Right down the dam gross-bellied frogs were cocked
On sods; their loose necks pulsed like sails. Some hopped:
The deep (“bass”) sound is coming from frogs sitting on the peat sods. “Gross” puns on “large” and “rude” or “disgusting.” The frogs' necks inflate as they croak, revolting the young observer.
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