- Coming of the Frogs
- (to the tune of "The 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 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.
- Now they're knocking at the front door, I can't let those
frogs come in.
- The frogs keep hopping on.
They have hopped into the living room and headed down the
hall.
- They have trapped me in the 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: