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POLLYWOG POLKA
©Gary Bowman Way down yonder in Frankie’s pond, Bullfrogs court, and carry on Tadpoles hatch from tiny eggs, Got no lungs, got no legs How-w-w-w those tadpoles swim and play! Sunny days make me glad, Bullfrog sittin’ on a lily pad, Strumming his old ban-jo-ka We Wiggle, And We Wriggle, We Squiggle and We Giggle, As we dance the Pollywog Polka Now the frogs are fully grown, They’ll soon have tadpoles of their own Lost their tails, found their legs, Grown their lungs, laid their eggs The met-a-morph-ic Cycle of Life Sunny days make me glad, Bullfrog sittin’ on a lily pad, Strumming his old ban-jo-ka We Wiggle, And We Wriggle, We Squiggle and We Giggle, As we dance the Pollywog Polka Sunny days make me glad, Bullfrog sittin’ on a lily pad, Strumming his old ban-jo-ka We Wiggle, And We Wriggle, We Squiggle and We Giggle, As we dance the Pollywog Polka We Wiggle, And We Wriggle, We Squiggle and We Giggle, As we dance the Pollywog Polka |
