Frogs In Chorus

The chorus frogs in the big

Would sing their songs to the silvery moon.

Tenor singers were out of place,

For every frog was a double bass.

But never a human chorus

Could beat the accurate time they set.

The solo singer began the joke;

He sang, "As long as I live I'll croak,      Croak,

I'll croak,"And the chorus followed him: "Croak, croak, croak!" The poet frog, in his plaintive tone,

Sang of a sorrow was all his own;"How shall I win to my heart's desire?

How shall I feel my spirit's fire?"And the solo frog in his deepest croak,"To fire your spirit," he sang, "eat coke,      Coke, eat coke,"And the chorus followed him: "Coke, coke, coke!" The green frog sat in a swampy

And he sang the song of he knew not what."The world is rotten, oh cursed plight,

That I am the frog that must set it right.

How shall I scatter the shades that lurk?"And the old man bullfrog sang, "Get work,      Work, get work,"And the chorus followed him: "Work, work, work!" The soaring spirits that fain would

On wings of hope to the starry

Must face the snarls of the jealous dogs,

For the world is ruled by its chorus frogs.