The creatures in the bog are enthralled by her soulful, original and innocent singing. But oh me oh my dear…. That moral is to have confidence and grounding, because without those things, even the most talented of people could be doomed to failure and disaster. I for one cannot sing; in this distracting din! Day by day the nightingale grew more sorrowful and pale. Nightingale: I really do not know what happened. Our self-image is often based on what others make us believe we are.
Night on night her tired song Zipped and trilled and bounced along, Till the birds and beasts grew tired At a voice so uninspired And the ticket office gross Crashed, and she grew more morose — For her ears were now addicted To applause quite unrestricted, And to sing into the night All alone gave no delight. At first, They are or can be successful in impressing others. A prophet and patriarch, he was ordained by Adam at the age of 69 years. Then, once again the frog's fog horn started blearing unrivalled in the bog. She could not resist this as she had become used to applause and thus had become miserable too.
He was so determined and a … lso shameless that neither stones, prayers or sticks nor the insults or complaints could divert him from singing. The frog said that the song wasn't bad but too long and it lacked some force. Nightingale: Oh it is raining hard. Sweet because he was earning lots of money and bitter because of jealously as his rival was earning name and fame. Her tired and uninspired song could no longer attract the crowd. The Owl of Sandwich, Duck of Kent, Mallard and Milady Trent, Martin Cardinal Mephisto, The Coot of Monte Cristo, ladies wearing shining tiaras sat twittering in the interval. Give reasons for your answer.
The dog was dumbstruck and sat with open mouth. He succeeds in doing so. The whole bog remained, rapt and admired her voice and applauded her when she ended. Autoplay next video Once upon a time a frog Croaked away in Bingle Bog Every night from dusk to dawn He croaked awn and awn and awn Other creatures loathed his voice, But, alas, they had no choice, And the crass cacophony Blared out from the sumac tree At whose foot the frog each night Minstrelled on till morning night Neither stones nor prayers nor sticks. Now, the nightingale was flushed with confidence and was a huge sensation, attracting animals from miles away and the frog with a great accuracy charged all of them admission fee. The whole bog remained, rapt and admired her voice and applauded her when she ended. To this the frog condescendingly replies that her voice is not all that bad, but it wants more force.
In the second song last night You got nervous in mid-flight. But oh me oh my dear…. In fact, the nightingale herself is responsible for her own downfall as such men are bound to fail before the crafty and deceitful persons. You have proved that you are an established writer par excellence. Well, poor bird - she should have known That your song must be your own.
We want-We want an encore! Her song was so dull that no one liked it. The nightingale was vulnerable to flattery and fell victim to the frog's manipulation. It is just like putting on a fake attitude. Insults or complaints or bricks Stilled the frogs determination To display his heart's elation. To all this, the frog had both sweet and bitter feelings. But the frog forced her to sing for six hours continuously till she was shivering and her voice had become rough and unclear.
Another moral of the poem is that a poor self-image can do irreparable damage to a person. The frog said that the song wasn't bad but too long and it lacked some force. Many people in the human society also try to take advantage of the innocence or ignorance of the people. He reminded her that she still owed him sixty shillings and that s why the crowd should increase. He proposes that he is happy to teach the nightingale, but must have a modest fee in exchange for his teaching. In the moonlight, sitting on the tree, she started singing in a melodious and dulcet voice.
He was so determined and also shameless that neither stones, prayers or sticks nor the insults or complaints could divert him from singing. So the animals lost interest in her singing and stopped coming. Once upon a time a frog croaked in Bingle Bog all the night beginning from dusk to dawn. Though next morning it was raining, He began her vocal training. And ofcourse they were not let down, they'd never heard a sweeter sound! The frog now starts her training in earnest.
God must have pity on her and her soul. But the condition of nightingale was getting worsened. The nightingale could have very well judged that how could the frog with such a harsh voice be music maestro and she had to suffer for her misjudgment. They must aim at increasing the money. I would Love to sing hither! So, the next night when the nightingale was again preparing to sing, the frog's croak disturbed her. The sumac tree was bowed with titled crowd of the hearers of her song.