the dog and the three frogs.

there once was a dog, travling in the fog.

he travled till he hit a log.

he met three frogs named yogurt, ted, and robert.

oddley named, their lives they did dessert.

they won't eat flies, the pond was not their thing.

no matter how hard they tried to disquise, music was their thing.

but they needed one more member, who was odd and yet so cute.

so they asked the dog what he could do, he said he play's the flute.

the frogs they could oh so sing.

the dog play splendedly, the music that he could bring.

they went from job to job, bringing joy and lots of song.

no matter what they did, nothing would go wrong.

one day the dog met a young lassy, his mind went to lots of joy.

the band of misfits went real messy, cause he left to go his own ploy.

so from this day on, when the spring would roll on by.

you'll hear a bunch of frogs, singing to the dark night sky.

but when you go on by, to listen to your song.

 they will stop singing, because of the show the did go wrong.

R.M.