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Ballads for little folk . and feeble hop He got himself away from the top ; He reached the trunk, and then with a bound He landed safely on the ground, And managed back to the spring to creep, While all his friends were fast asleep. Next morning, those who were sitting near, Saw that he looked a little queer, So they asked, hoping to have some fun, Where he had been, and what he had done. Now, though our hero scorned to lie, He thought he had a right to be sly ; For, said he, if the fellows find me out, Id better have been up the spout. So he told them hed been very dry, And, to own the truth,
Ballads for little folk . and feeble hop He got himself away from the top ; He reached the trunk, and then with a bound He landed safely on the ground, And managed back to the spring to creep, While all his friends were fast asleep. Next morning, those who were sitting near, Saw that he looked a little queer, So they asked, hoping to have some fun, Where he had been, and what he had done. Now, though our hero scorned to lie, He thought he had a right to be sly ; For, said he, if the fellows find me out, Id better have been up the spout. So he told them hed been very dry, And, to own the truth, got rather high / Then all the frogs about the springBegan at once this song to sing:First high it rose, and then it sunk: — A frog-got-drunk-got-drunk-got-drunk —We11-search-the-spring-for-his-whiskey-j ug —Ka-chee, ka-chi, ka-cho, ka-chug ! 180 What the Frogs Sing. And my storys true, as you may know, For still the bull-frogs sing just so ; But that Mr. Bull was up a tree. There s nobody knows but himself and
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