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Ribbit

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Froggy went a courtin', "Ribbit," he did sing, altho' singing weren't his thing, more like the punchline to a joke, 'Please don't smoke or I might croak.' In the deep end of the pond true love was his goal, and by the dawn help to spawn a few more tadpole souls. Hopped on to a water lily where he espied a fine-looking froggy filly, and in her mouth a red, red rose, but wait, something's amiss, one quick kiss and he froze... just when he had it in the bag, oh what a shame, ain't it silly, our frogly friend hit a snag — for the she was a he dressed in drag.

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