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. |