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Ribbit Taunt
There's a frog in my yard
But you wouldn't know it
I've yet to see them myself
Just hear that creaky croak
The hippity ribbits from the grass
Not always there, but always there
Where do they go the days they're silent?
I've looked through my windows
Straining my eyes trying to see them
Just to prove to my mind they're real
But they must be the exact shade as the grass
Or the color of the numerous shaggy mosses
They must be small little ones, so hard to see
Teasing me with their happy sounds
But you wouldn't know it
I've yet to see them myself
Just hear that creaky croak
The hippity ribbits from the grass
Not always there, but always there
Where do they go the days they're silent?
I've looked through my windows
Straining my eyes trying to see them
Just to prove to my mind they're real
But they must be the exact shade as the grass
Or the color of the numerous shaggy mosses
They must be small little ones, so hard to see
Teasing me with their happy sounds
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