The Frog

The frog hopped, silently, fearfully
In 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 thеn croaked
I come to God with only my rough singing
I came to sing for Jеsus

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 fishing
Of morning fogs and puppy dogs
And places to go wishing
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 heard