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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