The Princess and the Frog Tune: When Stormy Winds Do Blow, the Watersons Words: F the Ineffable One fine October morning Down by Big River side A maid meandered down the sand To view the flowing tide. Being lovely, lithe and lonely, She sat down on a log. By a waterfall she heard the call Of a tiny long-tailed frog. His tender skin was emerald green Bedecked with flecks of gold. He was a living breathing gem A splendour to behold. He glimmered in the morning light That filtered through the fog And rainbows from the waterfall Played gaily round the frog. “O lovely lady, take me home,” This brilliant creature cried. “And whisper ardent words of love And say you’ll be my bride. And if you kiss my froggie lips Beneath yon flowering quince I’ll shed my slimy skin, and I’ll Become a handsome prince.” “Oh darling, precious froggie-poo I’ll make for you a bed, With chocolate treats and silken sheets And pillows for your head. But I’ll not kiss your froggie lips Beneath yon flowering quince For there is nothing I need less Than one more handsome prince.” “For I’ve had men a-plenty From Zanzibar to Prague I’ve screwed the best and scorned the rest, But I’d love a talking frog.”
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