Sunrise paints the lily pads, mist hangs in the air
A symphony of crickets chirp, a bullfrog takes the chair
Not on a throne, mind you, but on a lily pad so grand
He puffs out his chest, adjusts his tie, a microphone in hand

Woke up this mornin', sun hittin' my back
Hopped down to the pond, for a pre-breakfast snack
Took a peek in the water, nearly fainted with glee
Such a sight for sore eyes, the most handsome frog you'll see

Emerald skin, webbed feet like gloves of silk
Bulging eyes that never miss a juicy fly to milk
Muscles rippling, a croak that's pure delight
This frog right here, is a truly magnificent sight

The ladybugs they swoon, the dragonflies they sigh
Even the grumpy catfish, can't help but raise an eye
The newts all wanna date me, the tadpoles wanna play
There's no frog in the pond, who's quite as fine as they say

Sure, there's Brenda down the lane, with her long and sticky tongue
And maybe Herbert the heron, looks kinda sleek and young
But they ain't got nothin' on me, this pond's my runway stage
And every day's a fashion show, where beauty takes the stage

So next time you're feelin' low, like you ain't all that hot
Just remember this frog's story, and the beauty you forgot
Confidence is key, my friends, believe it or not
'Cause even a humble frog, can be the fairest in the lot!

Now the turtles tap in time, to the rhythm of my hops
Even the wise old bullfrog, he admits I'm tops
With a wink and a smile, I turn heads every day
Oh, this pond's got style, and I'm leadin' the way

O mountain Stream! the Shepherd and his Cot
Are privileg'd Inmates of deep solitude:
Nor would the nicest Anchorite exclude
A Field or two of brighter green, or Plot
Of tillage-ground, that seemeth like a spot
Of stationary sunshine: thou hast view'd
These only, Duddon! with their paths renew'd
By fits and starts, yet this contents thee not.
Thee hath some awful Spirit impell'd to leave,
Utterly to desert, the haunts of men,
Though simple thy Companions were and few;
And through this wilderness a passage cleave
Attended but by thy own Voice, save when
The Clouds and Fowls of the air thy way pursue.