THE CHORUS frogs in the big lagoon
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 yet
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,
The green frog sat in a swampy spot
. . . . .
On wings of hope to the starry sky
Must face the snarls of the jealous dogs,
For the world is ruled by its chorus frogs.