It wasn't for nothing that the raven was just now croaking on my left hand.
Charity groped for the phone, coming up with it at last and croaking "hello" in a voice that sounded exactly like a bullfrog's mating call. Which made a kind of twisted sense - last night she'd been hunting for a mate as well.
It may be that ministers really think that their prayers do good, and it may be that frogs imagine that their croaking brings spring.