THE FROG AND THE OX.
“Oh, father,” said a little frog to a big frog, sitting by the side of a pool, “I have seen such a terrible monster! It was as big as a mountain, with horns on its head. It had a long tail, and hoofs divided in two.”
“Tush, child, tush,” said the old frog, “that was only Farmer White’s ox. I can easily make myself as big; just you see.” And he blew himself out. “Was he as big as that?” he asked.
“Oh, much bigger than that,” said the young frog.
Again the old frog blew himself out, and asked the young one if the ox was as big.
“Bigger, father,” was the reply, “much bigger.”
Then the old frog took a very deep breath, and blew and swelled, and swelled and blew—until he burst!
Chippy, chippy, chirio,Chippy, chippy, chirio,Not a man in Dario,Can catch a chippy, chippy chirio.
Chippy, chippy, chirio,Chippy, chippy, chirio,Not a man in Dario,Can catch a chippy, chippy chirio.
Chippy, chippy, chirio,Chippy, chippy, chirio,Not a man in Dario,Can catch a chippy, chippy chirio.
Chippy, chippy, chirio,
Chippy, chippy, chirio,
Not a man in Dario,
Can catch a chippy, chippy chirio.
—John Burroughs.