The frog hopped, silently, fearfully In out from the chill of night Covered with the shiny dew of morning Carefully, he came to cause no fright To the Son of God a-borning Since from his place upon the earth He could not see the manger Tho' shy, he leaped into the air To see the little stranger
The beasts were outraged! Angry that a frog so impolite Would dare disturb the Holy Child's dreaming Get you far away and out of sight You are ugly and blaspheming And why do you not humbly bow And what gift are you bringing? The Frog then croaked I come to God with only my rough singing I came to sing for Jesus
The animals laughed Ha ha ha ha To think of such a joke That a simple frog would be so odd As to come to God to croak The animals laughed Ha ha ha ha ha ha That a simple frog would be so odd As to come to God to croak
Baby Jesus saw the frog And laughed with sheer delight To see him hopping high through the stable And Mary softly did him invite To sing the little boy's first fable A light came down from heaven and Around the frog was clinging And like an angel sent from God The lowly frog was singing
And he sang of logs and polliwogs Of rafts and summer fishin' Of morning fogs and puppy dogs And places to go wishin' Of misty bogs and swimming togs And treasures lying deep And when the last note died away The baby was asleep
And from that day on The frog was drawn To live high in the towers Of pine and oak No more to croak Among the water flowers But a tree frog he would always be Whose voice could shame the bird And they say that every Easter morn His voice can still be heardTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.