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COMING OF THE FROGS

(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 in the logs

You can hear their mournful croaking through the early morning fog

The frogs keep hopping on.


CHORUS: Ribbet, ribbet, ribbet, croak, croak.

Ribbet, ribbet, ribbet, croak, croak.

Ribbet, ribbet, ribbet, 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 because the frogs are everywhere.

They've eaten all the flies and now they're hungry as a bear.

The frogs keep hopping on.

CHORUS

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

Liked to put them in my teacher's desk, and bring them to our Den.

Now they're knocking at the front door,

I can't let those frogs come in.

The frogs keep hopping on.

CHORUS

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 warning call,

This was all I heard:

CHORUS.