(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