‘Twas on a sunny day, walking down the road ... 
I spied a little boy, holding in his hands a big old toad ... 

Said, he was gonna give it to a little girl he knew. 
Said he really loved her, and her name was Anna Lou. 

I told him he might better think on it, just a little more ... 
And, a pretty bouquet of flowers, she’d more likely adore.

Cause frogs aren’t for little girls, it seems they don’t click, 
Might make her unhappy, and then make her sick. 

He said, aw okay, if you’re sure girls are that way ...
Guess if you’ll help, I could pick a flower, to give her today, 

But, why don’t girls like frogs? They’re lots of fun, 
They just go hopped de hop, all the way to the creek they’ll run. 

Why do they like flowers, they just tickle up your nose? 
Can’t take them out to play, and there’s thorns on a rose.

And anyway, I can’t talk about a flower to Anna Lou, 
All the guys would surely, laugh, and call me names to. 

Maybe I’ll keep my frog in my pocket, so he wont hop away ... 
Tell Anna Lou; put up the flower, let’s go out and play.

Let’s play ball awhile, then play jump over that old log ... 
After that, I’m going home to play with my toady frog.