A FUNNY LITTLE FROG.
Once a little FrogSat a-croaking on a log,Oh, a very funny frog was he!For he longed to be a tarAnd go journeying afar,Seeing wonders on the deep blue sea.
Once a little FrogSat a-croaking on a log,Oh, a very funny frog was he!For he longed to be a tarAnd go journeying afar,Seeing wonders on the deep blue sea.
Once a little FrogSat a-croaking on a log,Oh, a very funny frog was he!For he longed to be a tarAnd go journeying afar,Seeing wonders on the deep blue sea.
Once a little Frog
Sat a-croaking on a log,
Oh, a very funny frog was he!
For he longed to be a tar
And go journeying afar,
Seeing wonders on the deep blue sea.
One night—oh, it was dark!—A bit of birchen barkWent a-drifting slowly down the stream;And in this light canoeLay the little froggie, whoImagined he was floating through a dream.
One night—oh, it was dark!—A bit of birchen barkWent a-drifting slowly down the stream;And in this light canoeLay the little froggie, whoImagined he was floating through a dream.
One night—oh, it was dark!—A bit of birchen barkWent a-drifting slowly down the stream;And in this light canoeLay the little froggie, whoImagined he was floating through a dream.
One night—oh, it was dark!—
A bit of birchen bark
Went a-drifting slowly down the stream;
And in this light canoe
Lay the little froggie, who
Imagined he was floating through a dream.
But my! when he awoke,His astonishment he spokeIn language that all froggies understand;His mouth he opened wideAnd he cried, and cried, and cried,Although he wasn’t out of sight of land.
But my! when he awoke,His astonishment he spokeIn language that all froggies understand;His mouth he opened wideAnd he cried, and cried, and cried,Although he wasn’t out of sight of land.
But my! when he awoke,His astonishment he spokeIn language that all froggies understand;His mouth he opened wideAnd he cried, and cried, and cried,Although he wasn’t out of sight of land.
But my! when he awoke,
His astonishment he spoke
In language that all froggies understand;
His mouth he opened wide
And he cried, and cried, and cried,
Although he wasn’t out of sight of land.
The journey soon was o’er,And the froggie jumped ashore,As happy and as frisky as could be;And on a mossy log,Sits that now contented frog,And never, never, wants to go to sea!
The journey soon was o’er,And the froggie jumped ashore,As happy and as frisky as could be;And on a mossy log,Sits that now contented frog,And never, never, wants to go to sea!
The journey soon was o’er,And the froggie jumped ashore,As happy and as frisky as could be;And on a mossy log,Sits that now contented frog,And never, never, wants to go to sea!
The journey soon was o’er,
And the froggie jumped ashore,
As happy and as frisky as could be;
And on a mossy log,
Sits that now contented frog,
And never, never, wants to go to sea!