Two million years from now
sergeant frog will be walking
shouting at his froglettes
get out your guns with bayonets poking
He will babble on the marshland
make Gribble and Gibble
his second and third in command
he's a ****** this frog, please understand
Get off your Lilly pads you sons of a guns
go boy's by the whistle
or get one in the back
come on lads, I hold that pistol
After he will send a telegraph
saying your son is missing
yet Sergeant knows
only Lilly pads are his grunts kissing
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 5:14 AM UTC
Two million years from now
sergeant frog will be walking
shouting at his froglettes
get out your guns with bayonets poking
He will babble on the marshland
make Gribble and Gibble
his second and third in command
he's a ****** this frog, please understand
Get off your Lilly pads you sons of a guns
go boy's by the whistle
or get one in the back
come on lads, I hold that pistol
After he will send a telegraph
saying your son is missing
yet Sergeant knows
only Lilly pads are his grunts kissing
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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