Coming of the Frogs

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



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 numbers

and their croaking fills the air
There's no place to escape to
'cause the frogs are everywhere
They've eaten all the flies
and now they're hungry as a bear
The frogs keep hopping on

I used to like the bullfrogs
like to feel their slimy skin

Liked to put them in my teacher's desk
and take them home again
You can hear their mournful croaking
through the early morning fog
The frogs keep hopping on