By Linda Manning
Mr. Frog went a courting his lady frog
“Gro-o-o-oak,” says he to her.
“Gre-e-ebek,” says she to him.
Which means, will you marry me?
And she replied, “Yes.”
“Gro-o-o-oak, gro-o-o-oak,” says he again.
“Gre-e-ebek, gre-e-ebek,” was all she said.
Now there are a lot of little groaks and grebeks
Swimming around in the pond.
Evanston, Wyoming 1972
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