The Coming Of The Frogs

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Mine eyes have seen the horror of the coming of the frogs,
They are sneaking through the swamps and they are lurking under logs
You can hear their mournful croaking through the early morning fogs,
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's no place to escape to cos' the frogs are everywhere,
They've eaten all the flies so now they're as hungry as a bear,
The frogs keep hopping on.

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I used to like the bullfrogs, liked to feel their slimy skin,
Liked to put them in my teacher's desk then 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.

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They've hopped into the living room and headed down the hall,
They've 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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