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THE VICAR AND THE FROG (Stan Crowther) There once was a very, very holy vicar Went a-walking along the street one day. When he heard a little voice say "Excuse me, vicar. Help me, vicar." the voice did say. And the vicar looked 'round, but all he could see Was a tiny little frog sitting on the ground. "My dear little froggy, did you speak to me? Was it you that spoke when I heard that sound?" "Oh yes," said the froggy, "Oh help me, vicar. I'm really not a frog, you see. I'm a choir-boy, really, but a wicked fairy Cast a nasty spell on me. And the only way that I can be saved From this evil spell," the little frog said, "Is for someone to take me and put me in a place Where a holy man has laid his head." So the vicar took him home, and put him on his pillow; There he laid till the break of day, And the very next morning, a blessed miracle, The spell was broken, I'm glad to say. And there was the choir-boy in bed with the vicar, And I hope you think this all makes sense. For there, my lords and members of the jury, Rests the case for the defense. Copyright Stan Crowther @humor @myth filename[ VICARFRG TUNE FILE: VICARFRG CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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