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Drumming For The Frogs
If you are a talented musician or have a popular band, or if you are a concert promoter, you are in a perfect position to help SAVE THE FROGS!. Benefit concerts and festivals are one of the best ways to raise funds for SAVE THE FROGS!, educate our society about environmental issues, and have a good time! Please be sure to join our mailing list (in this page's left sidebar) so we can keep you informed of upcoming musical events!
Save The Frogs Day is the world's largest day of amphibian education and conservation action...and we want your band to take part by playing a Save The Frogs Day Benefit Concert in your town! Help raise funds for SAVE THE FROGS! and help educate your community about one of the most significant environmental crises of our time. We can provide you with informational flyers to distribute and we'll list your event in the events section of our Save The Frogs Day webpage. We can also get you set up with our fantastic 100% organic cotton SAVE THE FROGS! t-shirts to wear at the show.
But wait, there's more: if your band holds a benefit concert for SAVE THE FROGS! on Save The Frogs Day, we will certify your band frog friendly!
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Please be sure to contact us to inform us of your event, as we love to know what is happening and we can potentially assist in promoting your event. Thanks!
We welcome and encourage you to organize a Drumming For The Frogs event in your community this Save The Frogs Day to raise awareness of frog extinctions. Whether it's a drum circle, a parade through downtown with drums, or an actual drum concert, please be sure to contact us to inform us of your event: we love to know what is happening, and can potentially post your event on this page. Learn more on the official Drumming For The Frogs webpage.

Awesome Drumming for the Frogs art by Nammi Eu, Age 19, UK.
If you write a frog song, please send it to us!
The comedian/musician John Shuttleworth (aka Graham Fellows) created this great song in honor of Save The Frogs Day 2013! John has been supporting amphibian and reptile charity FrogLife, and helping to raise awareness about the threats facing frogs, toads and other animals. The song is a call for more affection for these often under-appreciated creatures.
Experience the sounds of the rainforest with SAVE THE FROGS! Founder Dr. Kerry Kriger and SAVE THE FROGS! Advisory Committee Member Chris Berry creating frog calls and music for your auditory delight.


South Indian frog playing the mridangam.



Serenading in a deep baritone
From beneath a shadowed flower
Is the musician of Nature's court.
He sings with such abandon
That the Queen herself sheds a tear,
Plinking into the rippling basin
Where he cries to the stars.
The orchestra's shuddering chirps
Accompany the haunting melody
With precision and pure grace.
Nature holds her breath as the
Maestro reaches his highest point.
The wind has stopped stirring.
The earth has stopped turning.
His voice breaks on the piercing note,
But his solo is cut short by
The splash of trees in the shallow pool.
Nature's musician abandons the flower,
Leaving her to weep bitter tears of sorrow
At the soul-shattering loss of such a performer.
Nowhere else can she turn for the brilliant
Harmonies of his singular voice.
Nowhere else can she turn, for he was the last of the frogs.
-- By Kristen Hickey, Age 14
From the 2011 SAVE THE FROGS! Poetry Contest
On an island in the rainforest
Night falls with silence.
Then a symphony of voices
A choir of frogs sings.
There are tenors and altos
All perfectly tuned for the world.
But where is the audience?
Left before the show ended
Or didn't buy their tickets
They just didn't care.
They tore down the concert halls
To make way for something new.
No longer treasured that symphony
Except for dinner.
And so I will hear nothing
If I stand in the rainforest.
Because there forevermore
Night falls with silence.
-- By Isabel Johnson, Age 14
From the 2011 SAVE THE FROGS! Poetry Contest
I'm sitting in my verandah chair, and gazing far away,
The hills beyond are turning blue, the sky is turning grey.
As twilight slowly settles in, the evening chorus starts,
The insects, birds and frogs strike up, they start to sing in parts.
The nightjar trills its plaintive call, it's answered far away
The barn owl adds its eerie screech, and others seem to say,
"The night has come, the stars are out, let's call our kith and kin"
The frogs are jostling for their sites, now let the games begin!
The guttural toad begins to call; his deep voice fills the air
Across the pond a maiden sighs and heads toward his lair.
High on a stalk, a reed frog calls, his voice a high-pitched tweet,
Tonight he knows, he's got it right, he'll have them at his feet.
Down below, a rain frog starts his violin concerto
He'll meet his beau with open arms – "Hello, my name's Alberto!"
The red toad's got in on the act; his call is low and mellow,
He's got the class, he's got the style, he doesn't need to bellow.
Leaf folding frogs, hang on their leaves, and start to click and natter,
The cacos and the river frogs add to the growing chatter.
A while ago I'd sat and thought; this world's gone to the dogs,
And I might have lost my sanity, if it wasn't for the frogs.
So listen folks, hear what I say, we've got to understand,
That if we disregard their fate, we'll ruin our promised land.
Let's keep the waters fresh and pure, let's clean up on our act,
'Cause if we don't, we'll kill this world, and that my friends is fact.
-- By Pat McKrill, South Africa, Age 65
From the 2011 SAVE THE FROGS! Poetry Contest
Where man, the beasts, and elements rumble and tumble,
In a bundle of lush life that we know as jungle
A magic mystic mushroom grows whereupon
There sat a jazz toad that goes by the name of Luzon
Atop that funky fungus he'd perch and he'd play
His jungle jazz for all to hear, all night, and all day.
All the beast perked their ears and they'd swing and they'd sway
And even the trees in the breeze were obliged to obey.
But there was one more whose concern he had captured,
For it was especially man whom his music enraptured.
And enchanted were they in this wild realm they'd revere
Bewitched by sounds and surrounds of their forest atmosphere
Man was made manic by this organic overgrown home
Until they came to crave its beauty to keep as their own.
They'd hack with their axes at the trees till they'd groan
And fall to the floor lifeless and prone.
Then they crafted contraptions and hunted the beasts
Consuming the forest in a fiendish frenzied feast.
For this Luzon and his jazz vanished without leaving a trace
And left a bitter empty wind that weeps in their place
Now the landscape is listless in the industry's wake
And ticks with mechanical sorrow of a materialistic mistake
But on occasion when it rains to rinse the pain and the ache
A fervid few fungi form for the forgotten forest's sake
They grow from the tears of Mother Nature's strife
And passionate memories of the free forest life
And lo and behold if you listen closely you'll hear
The echoes of jungle jazz reverberate in your ears
-- By Adrian Harris, Age 19
From the 2011 SAVE THE FROGS! Poetry Contest
Where are the Songs of the frogs?
Those Deep, Bass Notes
That haunt the Summer's twilight
Like fog and the promise of Nightfall?
The Soft, Ambient Trills of toads
Stealing gently into the Subconscious
Of Spring, Cooling the Fevered Fires
Of our doings: floating on Breathless Air
Even above the din of Lawnmowers?
Where are the Songs of the frogs?
That Clamorous, Clarity of Calls-
The Spring Peepers- rising from the Vernal pools
Like sleighbells,
From the Ghosts of Christmases Past?
The Peeping, the Trilling, the Thumping, the SINGING:
I long for that Magical Soundtrack to the
Firefly Nights of my youth-
The Auditory Fireworks of ballooning throats,
Giving away their owners' positions in the Dark,
Waiting to be Spotted, Netted, Petted, Caught,
Kissed, and Wished upon,
Returning to the water with only a Squeak-
(And the tiniest Splash....)
Or the Promise of tadpoles, large and small,
Sunning themselves in the riparian shallows
Or peering up at us, from beneath
The pond's carpet of moss and last Fall's leaves?
The Frogs' Songs have held man captive
Far longer than man has had "music".
Rather, humankind has had the
Ethereal Accompaniment of Slippery Angels
And Rough-skinned Seraphs
That have ushered in the Days and Seasons
Of our lifespan-
And the Lifespans of ALL our generations.
Where are the Songs of the frogs?
The Sweet Symphonies
Of warm and gentle days'
In Cooler Climes and Cleaner Times.
One by one the Subtle Soundbytes of our Lives
Are slowly Ceasing, ceasing....
Yet still in the Tomes and Tales of our species,
The Singing - The SONGS - will Resonate on.
Tell me: Is that all we will - too soon - have?
Where are the songs of the Frogs?
-- By Sofi Smal; Steuben, Maine
From the 2011 SAVE THE FROGS! Poetry Contest
Dr. Kriger plays bamboo flute, drums, guitar, ukelele, and a variety of other instruments. You get free mp3s of his on the thank you page anytime you order merchandise, donate or join SAVE THE FROGS!. Here is Dr. Kriger's music page.
"I dream sometimes of playing music full-time, but my desire to SAVE THE FROGS! is too strong to do that. Thus one of my goals in life is to juxtapose the world of music and environmentalism and create a synergistic effect in which the musicians of the world can help raise awareness and funds for environmental efforts, and our environmental benefit concerts can turn more people on to the beauty of listening to and especially playing music."
Website design, photos & content by Kerry Kriger unless otherwise noted.
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