2 Frogs

(Frogs)

I sing above my vision

I sing above my face

A fat, old amphibian

Speaker for the dead

Gather round, ye animals

Gather round this lake

Take upon your vigil

Wallow in the wake

It was glorious of glories

A maple April day

And with a pocket full of horseflies

And eyes as bright as rays

They said, "Walk away

Walk away if you can"

Ah, but one leap out the village

And our caravan began

Traveled to a forest

Nestled in the sky

And he ran beside the buffalo

Wrestled with the lions

Every day a Saturday

A summer wakin' morn

His skin burned golden ember

Due the shine that toad had born

While riding back an eagle

Laughing with the sun

He spied an old, hairy fairy man

Upon the River Young

And Sol said, "Fly away

Fly away if you can", yeah

But he settled next the oarsman

Said, "I'm my own man, and this is my life

It's my life"

Ooh, say

Heed above my meter

Heed above my fate

Can't go back-back again

I got a reason to be fevered

Summer wakin' morn

Back-back when the boy-boy-boy was born

Ooh (yeah), ooh, ooh, ooh

Now cross into his fortune

While enchanted by the queen

A lone shady shelter stood

Beckoning his lean

And in the time it takes a pillow

To figure out a face

Well, out from in the white tree

She rose to take its place

And the battle for his spirit

Then caused him to remain

And he fought as a thousand Visigoths

And he cursed the night in vain

She said, "Run away. Run away if you can", ah

But last he heard a voice of, "I'm my own man

And this is my life"

He said, "This is my life"

Ooh

Off to in her castle

Laid upon the stairs

She showered him with daffodils

And tied ribbons in his hair

He woke for bare a moment

But she wouldn't let him weep

With lips of only roses

Kissed him down to sleep

So royal loyal subjects

Now let your ears unbend

For here, ye, this traveled tail

Must sadly meet its end

What's fate done to our hero

Well, I cannot reply

The last that I saw him

A 'flection in her eye