In Bijou Bay
Polka dotted toadstool boogie was on ice today
Frilly and fancy, important in every kind of way
Are they putting on airs? Asked a prissy fellow fey
Not that I know of I said, scampering straight away
The frogs were croaking as if it were Saturday
In back of them I heard a large ugly bull frog bray
The bog is getting crazy, I said to my friend McVey
He said “That’s how it is down here on Bijou Bay”.
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