Boys are toads, girls are frogs They eat bugs so we don't have to Girl frog sings us to comfort No stress when she is heard in the night, no fright, no light...
Croaking away, she sleeps in the day Lilly pad floats on the pond; ah so lovely the light rains...
In the marsh she awaits for us to escape the busy cities, towns and landscapes...
She sits upon her watery-log to offer her pleasant song of the happy frog...