The Frog and the Dog
The big bullfrog said to the wiry weenie dog,
“Come out and sun with me on my nice, nifty log.”
The wiry weenie dog yelped at the big bullfrog,
“I can’t get out there since you’re sitting in a bog.”
Froggie croaked back, “Of that term I’m not fond.
I’ll have you know this log is on a crystal pond.”
The wiry weenie dog, not wanting to appear a dud,
Asked, “Which part is crystal; the moss or the mud? ”
The big bullfrog said to show his irritation,
“Forget it wiry weenie dog. I withdraw my invitation.”
Now the wiry weenie dog really felt mighty bad
And said, “I’m sorry big bullfrog that I made you mad.
I’d like to visit you out on your nice, nifty log,
But my short legs might get stuck since I’m a weenie dog.”
The big bullfrog said, 'Just wait a spell.
Stay where you are since I jump very well.”
After three hops, frog and dog were sitting side by side.
They enjoyed the day together till both were sleepy eyed.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Benny Bullfrog
So there I am polished heart throat in full puff
I look the part my wad is packed to reimburse.
Ive yet to re-rehearse many moons spent on lovelines lent from
Long-legged pop-eyed fat-necked benny bullfrog.
Final run-through polish up
The flower of loves my buttercup.
Moon in june for you Ill croon
Just like pop-eyed fat-necked benny bullfrog.
Mean piece of muscle Im melvin toad,
I dice with death, across the road.
Hop aboard my lovers leap
Fat-necked quatermass
Who needs a benny bullfrog.
Here she comes (keep a cool head)
My legs numb (keep a cool head)
I cant run (keep a cool head)
High! my names hunky how dyou do
I catch a fly in one swoop
I catch a fly just for you
Thats if you do want me to
But youre not hungry I know
A sixth sense gave me a clue.
I know what else we can do.
(you creep !)
Long-legged pop-eyed fat-necked benny bullfrog.
Wish I was benny bullfrog
Cool as benny bullfrog
Whats the secret, bullfrog?
song performed by by Madness
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Lovebug
Well I was ruling the roost
Had all the chicks to myself
And suddenly it happened
A funny little feeling I felt
Well I tried to outrun it
But it finally caught up with me
Tell me how can I run
From something I cant see
Chorus:
Oh that teenie, weenie thing
They call the lovebug
Nobodys ever seen it
But its got the whole world shook up
It all started with a little bitty kiss and a hug
Its the little itty, bitty, teenie, weenie thing
They call the lovebug
Well I always thought that
I had me a pretty good style
But I lost that race
By a good old country mile
With my head held way up high
And it fooled me, hit me
Really took me by surprise
Chorus
Chorus
Its the little itty, bitty, teenie, weenie thing
They call the lovebug
song performed by by George Strait
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Willy The Bullfrog
There once was a Bullfrog named Willy the Bullfrog
And all that he did was croak on a log
Sitting around and having fun
And when he wanted to, he would soak up some sun.
But Willy knew that those days were almost gone
When he saw a bullet killing a fawn
And then in his pond went cans of beer
Then a bullet killed another deer
Then Willy who was full of fright
He hid away until the dark of the night
Then he gathered all the animals for a meeting
Saying hunters are not killing us for the eating
But because in our body runs blood of red
And because their guns shoots bullets of lead,
Many years ago in this land
GOD gave us life with the wave of his hand
There were foxes and herds, oxen and birds
But now our population is dwindling down to none
Ever since I saw that bullet killing a fawn
Then all the animals began to shed a tear
Because they knew then, they had a lot of fear
They wouldn't be able to play and have any fun
They will always be chased and on the run.
Then Willy sadly hopped back to his pond
The place where he was very fond
Then Willy began to speak again
And behind him snuck a bunch of men.
Willy shouted this kind of life I cannot hack
A spear then came ripping through Willy's back.
There once was a Bullfrog named Willy the Bullfrog
And all that he wanted to do was croak on a log
Sitting around and having fun
And when he wanted to, he would soak up some sun.
But Willy and his friends don't live here anymore
Their home and his pond became a department store
Their homes and their lives they had to give
So people of humanity would have a place to live....
There once was a Bullfrog named Willy the Bullfrog
All that he wanted to do was croak on a log
Sitting around and having fun
And every now and then he would soak up some sun.
RANDY L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Ill Be Back
(words & music by wayne / weisman)
All right
Well Ill be back, yeah! Ill be back
Like a homesick train on a one-way track
I got to travel and hit the gravel
But Ill be back, yeah! Ill be back
Yeah! Ill return, I shall return
Dont cool those lips, were gonna see em burn
cause Ill be missin your kinda kissin
But Ill be back, yeah, Ill be back
Yeah! there aint nobody tell me stay or go, oh no
And no-one tells the four winds where to blow-ow-ow
Ill be back, Im comin back
Dont throw away that welcome mat
The door Im hopin will still be open a teeny weenie crack
To your shack
So keep that love light burnin, Ill be back
Yeah! there aint nobody tell me stay or go, oh no
And no-one tells the four winds where to blow-ow-ow
Ill be back, Im comin back
Dont throw away that welcome mat
The door Im hopin will still be open a teeny weenie crack
To your shack
So keep that love light burnin, Ill be back
Yeah, Ill be back
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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The Bullfrog Bell
Now the truce of night brings respite to the sordid care of day,
And in listlessness I pace the river side,
Where the solitude is wounded by no lighted window's ray;
But illicit fancy will not be denied
For the darkening flat reiterates a freer life's farewell,
In the long familiar knocking of a bullfrog bell.
And in reverie I see the loaded waggons slowly creep,
Far across the western plains of New South Wales;
With 'talking' wheels and platforms, with wool-ropes biting deep,
And the dust of two broad countries on the vales.
Till the stars take shape in patterns, and through their dreamy spell
Comes the low, incessant knocking of the bullfrog bell.
And the retrospection lingers, bringing spiritless regret,
Though the northward track is open to me still
I may count the morning muster — I may track the stragglers yet
I may spell or battle onward, as I will
I may wake at night to listen, and know that all is well
By the reassuring answer of the bullfrog bell.
But that virile life repeated would be wearisome and trite,
Since the glamour of adventure cannot last
When the future, with its freshness, its pulsing, roseate light,
Has congealed into a leaden-coloured Past.
So an unreturning era owns its sympathetic knell
In the melancholy knocking of that bull-frog bell.
poem by Joseph Furphy
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Tad & The Bullfrog King
Bullfrog King did summon Tad
“I have a task for you young lad”
“A task for me? Egad! ” said Tad
“Fetch your club and kilt of plaid”
“I’ll teach you how to public speak
You’ll learn the art of war
One day you’ll be my president
By then you’ll know the score”
Years passed, Tad became a frog
‘You’re ready now” said Bullfrog King
Come sit by me and sip some grog
Today I’ll give to you my signet ring”
“You’ll campaign, with speeches thrill
Then there will be a sham election
You’ll landslide win and beat my shill
There will be no ballot box inspection”
“When in command, you’ll do my bidding
Through my shrewd, hand-picked cronies
Just look good and lie Tad, I’m not kidding
Heed my generals and assorted phonies”
Tad went on to be elected, as planned
The Bullfrog King was very pleased
A cry of hope did raise thru-out the land
Frogs knew not their pond dis-eased
On campaign promises Tad did renege
Followed in the footsteps of him before
While bankers and military danced a jig
Tad’s actions were to heinous to ignore
King made plans to rule all world ponds
He’d name the plan “A New World Order”
With all frog liberties he would abscond
Tad became his World Prison-Warder
Many frogs rebelled, many did comply
Jailed & tortured, some were euthanized
Toad mercenaries were hired to pacify
Frogs wailed, gnashed teeth n’ agonized
The FROG GOD was faced with a dilemma
What would He do to stop such madness?
He decided to give all the ponds an enema
To help restore peace, harmony, gladness
He unleashed a torrent to flood the earth
Made every tiny pond part of a raging sea
“Behold I make all things new by rebirth'
“A New Beginning” He Chuckled Affably
He reached down to Earth for a pinch of mud
From this He fashioned skin, bone and blood
Into a “New frog” and placed him in a puddle
From frogs rib he made some changes subtle
With male and female frogs complete
FROG GOD SPOKE,
“It is Finished, My Love’s Replete”
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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They asked a bullfrog, ""Why do you croak all the time?"" He replied, ""I'm enchanted with my voice.""
bullfrog chorus...
I practice saying
I love you
quote by by Chenou Liu (2011)
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If a bullfrog had wings it wouldn't bump his behind every time he hopped.
Shake, Rattle & Roll/ Flip, Flop & Fly
(words & music by calhoun)
Well get out of that kitchen and rattle those pots and pans
Get out of that kitchen and rattle those pots and pans
Well I want my breakfast cause Im a hungry man
I believe youre doin me wrong and now I know
I believe youre doin me wrong and now I know
cause the harder I work the faster my money goes
Well I said shake, rattle and roll
I said shake rattle and roll
I said shake, rattle and roll
I said shake rattle and roll
Well you wont do right
To save your doggone soul
Im like the one-eyed cat peeping in a seafood store
Im like the one-eyed cat peeping in a seafood store
Well I can look at you till you aint no child no more
Well I said shake, rattle and roll
I said shake rattle and roll
I said shake, rattle and roll
I said shake rattle and roll
Well you wont do right
To save your doggone soul
Im like a mississippi bullfrog sittin on a hollow stump
Im like a mississippi bullfrog sittin on a hollow stump
Ive got so many women I dont know which way to jump
I said flip flop and fly I dont care if I die
I said flip flop and fly I dont care if I die
I wont ever leave .. dont ever say goodbye
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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My family called me a wiggle tail because I was a little skinny, wiry kid full of energy.
quote by Diana Ross
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I saw a lovely girl (Terzanelle)
I saw a lovely girl sheathing her claws and settle
becoming a part of my heart
but skin, beauty and charm were only camouflage for bear metal
and at times her pupils would dart
trying to zoom in with glances
becoming a part of my heart
but could cut ferociously as if with lances
and still deep down
trying to zoom in with glances
and her body were lithe, tanned brown
drawing my hand to caress with pleasure
and still deep down
some animal was hiding behind the leisure
beyond a lovely smile and wiry curves
drawing my hand to caress with pleasure
waking electric nerves.
I saw a lovely girl sheathing her claws and settle
beyond a lovely smile and wiry curves
but skin, beauty and charm were only camouflage for bear metal.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A Nightmare On My Street
Now I have a story that I'd like to tell
About this guy, you all know me I was scared as hell
He comes to me at night when I crawl into bed
He's burnt up like a weenie and his name is Fred
He wears the same hat and sweater every single day
And even if it's hot outside, he wears it anyway!
He's home when I'm awake, but he shows up when I sleep
I can't believe that there's a nightmare, on my street!
It was a Saturday evening if I remember it right
And we had just gotten off of tour last night
So the gang and I thought that it would be groovy
If we summoned up the posse and down watch a movie
I got Angie, Jeff got Tina
Ready Rock got some girl I've never seen in my life
That was alright though, 'cuz lady was chill
Then we dipped to the theatre set to ill
Buggin' , cold havin' a ball
And somethin' 'bout Elm Street was the movie we saw
The way it started was decent
You know, nothin' real fancy
About this homeboy named Fred
And this girl named Nancy
But, word! When it was over, I said,
song performed by by Will Smith
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Night Shadows
The night created the changing forms that moved
as the frightened child lay in her bed.
Under the covers she hid away from the monsters
before they could manage to get into her head.
From out of the scary, humid, darkness of the cave
she found herself at the foot of a rainbow.
Sitting on yellow tinged red grass beneath a pink sky,
the sun cast its ever-changing glow.
A dapper red spotted bullfrog sat beside her
and introduced himself, as Thomas Black.
He spoke of his peculiar friends that lived near by
that moved sideways and never forward or back.
They moved around in circles all day,
just watching them made him dizzy.
He'd much rather swim in a lemonade pond
full of bubbles that were tastefully fizzy.
There was also his friend Jacob Kabinski
who sang opera in the morning very early,
now that may not sound all that unusual,
but burping whilst singing, well really.
Last week saw a procession of soldier ants
that were marching home from war.
Six apples were pushed by some of them,
whilst the rest rolled along in the core.
She asked Thomas if it was time for breakfast,
and the frog looked up at the sun.
'Doesn't time go fast when you're enjoying yourself,
I think breakfast calls for tea and a bun.'
The colours suddenly faded into brightness
and Thomas disappeared from sight.
Mother let daylight in through the curtains,
it was morning instead of night.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Garden-Spot
God's acre was her garden-spot, she said;
She sat there often, of the Summer days,
Little and slim and sweet, among the dead,
Her hair a fable in the leveled rays.
She turned the fading wreath, the rusted cross,
And knelt to coax about the wiry stem.
I see her gentle fingers on the moss
Now it is anguish to remember them.
And once I saw her weeping, when she rose
And walked a way and turned to look around-
The quick and envious tears of one that knows
She shall not lie in consecrated ground.
poem by Dorothy Parker
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A Cat And Mouse tale
My young niece asked me
what animal would I like to be?
would I be a great big Polar Bear
or a Dolphin swimming in the sea?
How about being a Camel in the desert
or buzz about like a busy busy bee
then again I may want to live in a jungle
be a monkey swinging from tree to tree?
She said she really loves amphibians
so she'd be a toad or a giant Bullfrog
or an animal that likes to roll around in mud
like a Hippopotamus or a Warthog.
But in the end she changed her mind
as she decided she'd want to be a mouse
so in that case I replied to her
I'll be a big cat and chase you round your house!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Green River
Words and music by john fogerty
Take me back down where cool water flows, yall.
Let me remember the things Ive done: walk on the log where the catfish bite;
Walking along the river road at night; barefoot gir, dancin in the moonlight.
I can hear the bullfrog calling me. (ribbit)
Wondrin if my ropes still hangin to the tree.
Ole brody juniour took me over; said youre gonna find a well thats colder.
If Im a bad boss, give some ogreen river.
Well...
song performed by by Alabama
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The Holy Roller
-Copyrighted & registed 2008 ASCAP Music/Austin-Tatious Music-(Preach-2-the-Preachers Ministries)
Dedicated to those who worship the numbers, money, influence, affluence, and holier-than-thou pragmatism that modern churches & mega-churches have eroded to.
The Holy Roller
Hey Holy-Roller, you're just too funny;
How you give that church, mountains of money.
Preacher gets money, lives high on the hog;
Feeds Filet Mignon, to his weenie-dog!
Church says 'Good Holy, gets stars in his crown; '
But, he still ignores, the homeless downtown!
He knows that bible, quotes it all the time,
Church grows richer but, they can't spare a dime!
Church got pearly gate, and a golden street,
Children face winter, in their cold, bare-feet.
Preacher's new Hummer, is So-Very-Fine,
Bag-Lady stands in, the soup-kitchen line.
That Holy-Roller, looks up t'ward the sky;
His eyes on the prize, he can't wait to die.
Saved and self-righteous, he's got it all planned,
He will play the harp, in the Angel Band.
He say's, 'cha-ri-ty, should begin at home, '
But home's a sidewalk, and my pillow's stone.
Lukewarm and wealthy, he don't understand,
'Cause he likes his head, buried in the sand.
He says 'Cut taxes! ' and 'Just end welfare! '
'No more free lunches! ' and 'No free healthcare! '
He asks, 'Why must THEY, always take and take? ...'
It's not his problem, he tells us 'Eat cake! '
He was raised poor too, he should know better,
I think I just might, write him a letter...
Dear Holy-Roller, now, for what it's worth...
Your path to Heaven, should begin on Earth.
Enjoy your Sunday-Church-Celebration,
Pray for us sinners, for our salvation.
Go pray 'til you're blue, tithe your ten percent,
But, PRIDE'S a sin too/When will you repent?
Church says 'Old Holy, gets stars in his crown; '
He LOVES ev'ry-one, long as they ain't brown!
He knows that bible, quotes it all the time,
Church grows richer, guess it's organized crime!
Church got pearly gate, and a golden street,
Children face winter, in their cold, bare-feet.
Preacher's new mansion, is on Easy Street,
Poor Mama wonders, 'What will baby eat? '
Hey Holy-Roller, you're just too funny;
How you give that church, s**t-loads of money.
Preacher takes money, lives high on the hog;
Feeds Filet Mignon, to his weenie-dog!
PS: Mr. Holy... for what it's worth...
The path to Heaven, starts right here on Earth!
'If everyone is thinking alike, then somebody isn't thinking.'
- George S. Patton
'When fascism comes to America, it will be wrapped in a flag and carrying a cross.'
-Sinclair Lewis
poem by ToddMichael St. Pierre
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That Girl
Over there, across the street there's that Girl All smiling at me
She's tall and thin
Piqued elegant chin Cool oblong contours that entices me
Holds regal eyes of emerald seas Long lashes flicker Promiscuous glances
Breathings on impulse and stuck in traffic I'm now a slave to her strange magic
I look both ways to halt my movement but loves gravity has my entrapment
30 feet to 20 her legs are wiry Smooth athletic feminine mechanic
20 feet to 10 cheeks are powdered Sweet navy blue An urban serpent
Now 10 is 5 she's one foot high Rouged by smoothness Of party girl tennis Then her lips Begin to part An introduction To my conundrum
That girls a boy
and she likes me
poem by Kevin Patrick
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On The River
The sun is low,
The waters flow,
My boat is dancing to and fro.
The eve is still,
Yet from the hill
The killdeer echoes loud and shrill.
The paddles plash,
The wavelets dash,
We see the summer lightning flash;
While now and then,
In marsh and fen
Too muddy for the feet of men,
Where neither bird
Nor beast has stirred,
The spotted bullfrog's croak is heard.
The wind is high,
The grasses sigh,
The sluggish stream goes sobbing by.
And far away
The dying day
Has cast its last effulgent ray;
While on the land
The shadows stand
Proclaiming that the eve's at hand.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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