The Frog and his three piece suit
with his silver eyes and silly charm.
He bounces around his carriage
as mad as a spoon.
He dances the waltz
with Henry the horse.
He's late for dinner, he rushes to tea
he's sensitive, kind, he's lost his big key.
He's mad as a hatter
silly and old.
The frog's an eccentric
He hates to be told.
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