The Very Green Frog and the Odd Bog Dog
As told by The "Redoubtable Marmaduke" the fog bog jogging hog
The odd bog dog
Was known as such
Because he lived on a log
By a bog
And everyone thought that was very odd
Now; the odd bog dog who lived on a log
By a bog
Was very fond of spending time
With his friend the very green frog
And everyone agreed
What a strange thing indeed
To see the very green frog and the odd bog dog
Sitting at night on the odd bog dogs log
By a bog
Hog who said Hog
No its L O G
To think of seeing a very green frog and an odd bog dog
Sitting at night on a very bored hog
Would be more than enough to make your eyes go pop
But I am told that there was a hog
Who loved to jog
Round and round the edge of the bog
The very same bog of the odd bog dog
The very same friend of the very green frog
Who used to spend their nights
Sitting on the log of the odd bog dog
By a bog
But that’s another story
A story of hogs that love to jog in the fog
Round and round the edges of bogs
And the only thing I can say of hogs
Is this particular bog jogging hog
Was called The Redoubtable Marmaduke
And he was famous for hog jogging the bogs of the world
Especially in the fog
But that’s another story
Now; one night it was when the very green frog
Jumped from the log of the odd bog dog
And landed in the bog with a very loud plop
That made the odd bog dogs eyes go bob, bob, bob
Until he thought they wouldn’t stop
It’s a hop, hop hopping night cried the very green frog
And hopped back onto the odd bog dogs log
Then hopped off and on and off and on and off
The odd bog dogs log
By a bog
And each time landing in the bog with a very loud plop
That sent the odd bog dogs eyes going bob, bob, bob
Till he thought they wouldn’t stop
While the very green frog went laughing with a blurp, blurp, blurp
That looks like fun thought the odd bog dog
So he gathered himself up on his log by a bog
And gave a mighty hop just like the very green frog
And landed with a loud furry wet splashy plop
That made the very green frog laugh out loud with a blurp, blurp, blurp
Very green frogs and odd bog dogs hopping off of a log
By a bog
Said The Redoubtable Marmaduke the fog bog jogging hog
He had to smile at their very loud plops
And the very green frog going blurp. blurp, blurp
As he sniffed the air waiting for fog
A night for hops and plops for very green frogs and odd bog dogs
But the bog jogging hog
Sat patiently waiting for the fog
He loved to jog round and round the edges of bogs
Especially in the fog
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