The chorus frogs in the big lagoon <br />Would sing their songs to the silvery moon. <br />Tenor singers were out of place, <br />For every frog was a double bass. <br />But never a human chorus yet <br />Could beat the accurate time they set. <br />The solo singer began the joke; <br />He sang, "As long as I live I'll croak, <br /> Croak, I'll croak," <br />And the chorus followed him: "Croak, croak, croak!" <br /> <br />The poet frog, in his plaintive tone, <br />Sang of a sorrow was all his own; <br />"How shall I win to my heart's desire? <br />How shall I feel my spirit's fire?" <br />And the solo frog in his deepest croak, <br />"To fire your spirit," he sang, "eat coke, <br /> Coke, eat coke," <br />And the chorus followed him: "Coke, coke, coke!" <br /> <br />The green frog sat in a swampy spot <br />And he sang the song of he knew not what. <br />"The world is rotten, oh cursed plight, <br />That I am the frog that must set it right. <br />How shall I scatter the shades that lurk?" <br />And the old man bullfrog sang, "Get work, <br /> Work, get work," <br />And the chorus followed him: "Work, work, work!" <br /> <br />The soaring spirits that fain would fly <br />On wings of hope to the starry sky <br />Must face the snarls of the jealous dogs, <br />For the world is ruled by its chorus frogs.<br /><br />Andrew Barton Paterson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frogs-in-chorus/
