There are too many frogs in the pond What do you do when you are so blonde How and why are you so unique You grew up here and came from the same creek Sometimes you're treated with crazy mistrust And all you can do is try to adjust Who you are and how you appear Seems to be, sometimes, a reason to fear Trying to blend in when all frogs are gray Exists in all places and should be okay You jump and swim the same way as them You have the same feelings and you don't condemn There are too many frogs in the pond