There’s a place where we can dance,
Dance and dance into a trance,
There’s a place where we can prance,
Leap and prance into the clouds.
I have friends there that live in bogs,
Always stretching out there tongues,
Be sure to know I’m never wrong,
They’re the friends we all call frogs.
Standing high on lily pads,
They seem to rule the world of flies,
But when the humans come to build their house,
They still stand tall looking o, so wise.
They hide their feelings as we stand in lines,
Shouting, “Save The Frogs, that would be nice.”
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