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.