Bog Rock
They sat on a bog log.
eating some hot lunch.
And when it was all gone
plugged their axes into a stump.
Frog says to fiddler.
I won't let it go, son.
Seventy-one years old
it's on a long run.
Fiddler says yeah man.
but we're not alone.
Mustard on a bug
in G, Rock N Roll.
Entered in the frog and the fiddler contest.
Sponsored By: Craig Cornish.
1/30/ 23
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