I found a frog, and took him home
(Though my senses riled and ranted)
I took him home, to be my love
… I just knew he was enchanted.
He shared my food, he shared my drink
(And my narrow, virgin bed)
My mother yelled, “Please get some sense!”
– I kissed a frog, instead!
I kissed a frog! – But still he remained
Amphibian – cold, and mean
So I dashed him up against the wall
Made a mess! – Red pulp, and green
As he died I heard him croak
Words that have echoed, ever since …
“You have to kiss a LOT of frogs
Before you meet your handsome prince!”