We're jumping through the grasses
Like froggies love to.
The nasty toads are warty,
Our spots are sporty.
Our heads are rather squarish,
Our eyes too bulging,
But when we're under water,
We're best at diving.
And anyone can find us
Down in the marshes
When all the gnats are swarming,
The air is humming.
We're not like flies or mozzies,
No good at flying,
But with no spoons and forkses
We taste and try them.
Chorus:
And we're the froggies,
Not creeping mousies,
We dive down boidly
Where streams flow coldly.
The river bottom -
All soft and rotten,
Its the same feeling
Astrampolining.
On beaches we'll go dancing
And have fun playing.
And when we're nearly dozing,
In the sun we're laying.
And even when is pouring,
Or snow is falling,
From dawn until the gloaming
We'll still be croaking!
Croak! Croak! Croak! Croak!
