Francis the frog sat on a log and sang a country song
Purple with spots lots lots and a tongue ten inches long
She sang of despair of having no hair she sang of rainy days
She sang of the moon and whistled a tune
And dreamt of pink mayonnaise
She sometimes would think of chocolate ink
Potatoes with sparkles of blue
She'd hop to the beat of raccoons feet
And swoon and cry at the moon
Then one day while out at play she paused by a big tree trunk
Got a kiss on the nose so the story goes
And now is an orange and green skunk
Now she just sighs and crosses her eyes her fragrance
Is roses you see
She's loved everywhere and it's true I swear
She lives with a snake in a tree...
Sometimes at night if the wind is right and the glow of the moon is fair
She sits on a limb and scratches her skin and picks out the bugs in her hair...
If this story seems all wrong don't be a frog singing country songs..
To all frogs who would like to be a prince and all princesses who are frogs.
