ONE FAT FROG
(Wilde)
One fat frog sitting on a log
In the cool damp shade on the banks of the deep black bog
On the deep black bog
Two sly cats wearing pork pie hats
Came knocking on the door to the home of the wise old rat
He was a wise old rat
Don’t open up the door, you’d better run and hide
Mr. Rat knows better than to let two cats inside
Don’t let the cats inside

Three chimpanzees were collecting fleas
So they opened up a shop on the top of a coconut tree
To try and sell their fleas
Come down please you silly chimpanzees
Nobody wants to climb up trees just to shop for fleas
Those silly chimpanzees

Four big baggy elephants with long skinny trunks
Playing games in the park after dark with the neighborhood skunks
Those stinky neighborhood skunks
Well it’s always fun to play with skunks
But the elephants better remember to hold their trunks
When they play with skunks

Five old crows wearing bright red bows
Sat perched in a row at the tip of the dinosaur’s nose
Or so the story goes
But when the dinosaur sneezed believe you me
Those crows were scattered like leaves from a falling tree
It was a sight to see
Six Billy Goats wearing cashmere coats
Set out to cross the deep wide moat in a paper boat
Six goats in a boat
But the boat wouldn’t float so there are six wet goats
In the middle of the moat clinging on to their cashmere coats
Soggy cashmere coats
Seven portly pigs wearing bright blue wigs
Met at half past nine to dine on a plate of figs
Seven pigs eating figs
But by nine thirty-six there were no more figs
Just seven hungry grumpy pigs wearing silly wigs
They nearly flipped their wigs
Eight red ants took a trip to France
A holiday to laugh sing play and dance
They went to France to dance
Eight red ants danced the night away
Under bright white lights on the Champs-Élysées
They danced the night away
Nine kangaroos wearing hi-top shoes
Came bouncing up and down through the town of Kalamazoo
In their hi-top shoes
They bounced up and down all through the town
Around and around, over under sideways down
Up and down through the town
Ten raccoons sing a counting tune
Strumming on their old guitars underneath the stars
And a pale blue moon
They count all the way from one to ten
When the get to the end they’ll start all over again
Counting one to ten