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Listening to a chorus of peepers –
Tiny little frogs
Who sing at night in bogs
Each Spring, when the snow’s just gone.
They’re singing for a mate:
“Darling, don’t be late !”
‘Till some frog answers,
“Honey, it’s a date !”
It’s like a waltz
And all the frogs dance,
Keeping their minds on
Amphibious romance.
It’s like a waltz
And all their froggy voices
Sing soprano.
Sitting by that bog, on an April night
I felt right at home with those peepers:
I could be a prince
If I could just convince
You to take me, warts and all.
So I sing my song:
“Darling, don't be long,”
But jeepers, Peepers, guess I sing it wrong !
It’s like a waltz ...
It’s like a waltz ...
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