Froggy

Froggy by F. E. Valetta

Every froggy every spring,

Every eve must shrilly sing;

Froggy, froggy, chirp your 

fill.

We'll all listen - sure we

will.

Froggy, froggy, don't you

know,

Old Jack Frost will nip a toe

If you don't keep in your

nose

While old Jackie's north

wind blows?

Froggy, froggy, bide a wee,

Till greening sward and 

budding tree

And April's warm, life-giving

rain

Make your coming safe 

again.