Rock Star

This cute little frog was sitting on a log, strumming his guitar, singing fa, la, la, la, I thought it strange, but who am I to say, froggie who taught you how to sing, and that guitar to play? He just looked at me with those frogish eyes, then he picked up the beat, that froggie was sly. He pulled out his flute, and began to blow, a familar song, we all know. He thought he was a rock star, and in Vegas was he, but no one else saw him, only me. He played, and played, every song that he knew, and finally, my story is through.