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THE FRUMPY LITTLE FROG

by Yvonne Schneff

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The frumpy little frog
On a bumpy little log,
Was as funny as he could be.

‘Cause the frumpy little frog
On the bumpy little log
Couldn’t croak worth a flip, you see

He wanted to join in
But much to his chagrin
He just couldn’t croak on key

Oh, dear, what will I do?
I can’t croak; I know it’s true.
I’ll never learn to croak, said he.
Along about that time
Appeared a frog in his prime,
Just a croakin’ out a dum-diddle-dee

He was hoppin’ all around
And a croakin’ out a sound
That filled the frumpy little frog with glee.
Please, tell me if you will,
Said Frumpy with goodwill
Do you think that I could croak like thee?

It’s so simple, said the frog
Croaking out his dialogue,
You must have a happy heart, said he

Don’t compare yourself to others,
Like your sisters and your brothers,
For you’re everything God meant for you to be.

So, when you’re croakin’ out a song,
Just be sure to croak it strong.
Never mind that you may not be on key

You have all that’s necessary
To croak like a canary
So have yourself a croakin’ spree

Just be sure that when you croak
It’s from your heart and not your throat
And you’ll be croakin’ out a dum-dittle-dee.

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