The Coming of the Frogs
Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic

Mine eyes have seen the horror of the
Coming of the frogs.
They are sneaking through the swamps,
They are lurking in the logs.
You can hear their mournful croaking
Through the early morning too.
The frogs keep hoppin on.

(Chorus)
Ribet, ribet, ribet, croak, croak.
Ribet, ribet, ribet, croak, croak.
Ribet, ribet, ribet, croak, croak.
The frogs keep hopping on.

The frogs have grown in numbers and
Their croaking fills the air,
There’s no place to escape to, ‘cause
The frogs are everywhere.
They’re hungry as a bear.
The frogs keep hopping on.

(Chorus)
Ribet, ribet, ribet, croak, croak.
Ribet, ribet, ribet, croak, croak.
Ribet, ribet, ribet, croak, croak.
The frogs keep hopping on.

I used to like the bullfrogs, like to feel
Their slimy skin.
Like to put them in my teacher’s desk
And bring them to our den.
Now they’re knocking at the front door, I
Can’t let those frogs come in.
The frogs keep hopping on.

(Chorus)
Ribet, ribet, ribet, croak, croak.
Ribet, ribet, ribet, croak, croak.
Ribet, ribet, ribet, croak, croak.
The frogs keep hopping on.

They have hopped into the living room
And headed down the hall.
They have trapped me in the corner and
My back’s against the wall.
And when I open up my mouth to give a
Warning call
This was all I heard:

(Chorus)
Ribet, ribet, ribet, croak, croak.
Ribet, ribet, ribet, croak, croak.
Ribet, ribet, ribet, croak, croak.
The frogs keep hopping on