Coming of the Frogs

(Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic)
Mine eyes have seen the horror of the coming of the frogs,
They are sneaking through the swamps, they are lurking under logs
You can hear their mournful croaking through the early morning fog,
The frogs keep hopping on.

*Chorus: Ribbit, Ribbit, Ribbit, Croak, Croak,
Ribbit, Ribbit, Ribbit, Croak, Croak,
Ribbit, Ribbit, Ribbit, Croak, Croak,
The frogs keep hopping on.

The frogs have grown in number and their croaking fills the air,
There is no place to escape to cos' the frogs are everywhere,
They've eaten all the flies now they're as hungry as a bear,
The frogs keep hopping on.
*
I used to like the bullfrogs, like to feel they're slimy skin,
Like to put them in my teachers desk and take them home again.
Now they're knocking at the front door, I can't let those frogs come in,
The frogs keep hopping on.
*
They hopped into the living room and headed down the hall,
They have trapped me in a corner and my back's against the wall,
And when I open up my mouth to give a desperate call,
This is all that's heard:
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