pollywog in a bog

in a puddle by the trail

flips its tiny tail

just like a great big whale

but smaller than a snail

it's a pollywog in a bog

swims under soggy logs

one day he'll be a frog

pollywog in a bog

overhead a cedar tree

gives the shade he needs

munching while he feeds

on lily pads and weeds

knows not where he's from

or how his life had begun

he's not the only one

and soon he'll breathe through lungs

it's hard to believe

with the arms you'll receive

you'll lift your head

above the water and breathe

gills shrink away

and may there come a day

when you reach the shore

with a whole world to explore

ribbit

ribbit

a tadpole exhibit

it's a transformation no one can inhibit

amphibian change may seem strange

take them gills and the tail and they all rearrange

out come the legs for the jump

jump

hope to the top of the stump

stump

out come the legs for the jump

jump

hope to the top of the stump

stump

where the mud is deep

frost will soon creep

and without a peep

a frog is fast asleep

it was a pollywog in a bog

swam under soggy logs

in the morning fog

pollywog in a bog

pollywog in a bog

swam under soggy logs

in the morning fog

pollywog in a bog

pollywog in a bog

swam under soggy logs

in the morning fog