Frogs

Musical : To Be A Frog

Frogs: There’s nothing to compare to a day in the swamp.

From Lily pad to lily pad we hop, hop, hop.

We wallow and we swim in the cold and the damp.

We never tire of muck and mire. We love the mud and the glop.

Its lovely to be a frog. Croaking upon a log.

Blinking your eye and catching a fly or two, or three.

It’s lovely to be a frog. Here in a mossy bog.

Smelling the rot. Oh, this is the spot

For you and me.

We sit around and sing in the ooze and the slime.

We haven’t got a worry or a care to spare.

We sit around and soak in the wet and the grime.

The lovely weeds, the bugs they breed,

The sound of the buzzing in the air.

Its lovely to be a frog. Croaking upon a log.

Blinking your eye and catching a fly or two, or three.

It’s lovely to be a frog. Here in a mossy bog.

Smelling the rot. Oh, this is the spot For you and me.

It’s lovely to be… A frog! Ole!