As I stalk in hand my blowgun sings
Plied secretions of frogelings
Amphibi-ness has tipped my protrusions
Filled my dartlets in profusion

Fatal’y stunned are the croaken darted
Who are struck are soon departed
Poison is most unkind
If shot is well aligned
Grazing...

The dendrobates loll in wet ground
Must take care to not be fumblin' 'em 'round
Simply take dart-points - poke a little frogger
It’s become a lethal pronger

I walk till hapless quarry I spy
Point and then blow! Project’les they fly
Hoping and praying, and trusting my luck
In not erring: instead of blow, suck !

Fatal’y stunned are the croaken darted
Who are struck are soon departed
Chocos had luck to find
Venomous peeper-kind
All free...

The nervous system’s left aggrieved
Batrachotox’- it is guaranteed
Oh, all is lost, there's some missiles portending
In that cleft is a mephitic ending

Now fatal’y stunned are the croaken darted
When their blood gets spines imparted
First they will go half-blind
Some kind of lose their mind
Life slips into disrepair
Ribbiting’s a lethal snare
Victims croaking out a plea
They know they’ll soon supine-y be
(Tadpoles have a lifelong aim:
Grow up to be a bane)