There’s an eye in the mouth of a frog
Who turned human and rooted through the gardens of gods
Digging up daisies and singing a song
For him it was lucid, so he croaked on,
“Seven thousand ships will dock,
seven thousand dames get off,
with ruffles on their dresses,
each one a beauty contestant,
I take them all, arm in arm
and skip with them to city hall.
The townsmen say,
‘damn that handsome human frog’ “
After digging for several hours
The frog had gathered all the flowers
Then swallowed the eye held in his mouth
First he chewed it up
Then he choked it down
The gods came ‘round to see him frolic away
Singing his song about the traveling dames