the little frogs keep jumping

The fire of the devil

It starts to burn in the bushes

The smoke getting hot and dark

The air choking into our lungs

The gaps in a circle

Plug it quickly before it turns

The little frogs keep jumping

They want to join the big league

The spread of hate

Stalking the moderates

The people of many colours

They know the time to do good

It is to the popular brand

So it is thought it could

Branding its way of its own shadows

Afraid to look back and see

The fire in the bushes

The little frogs keep jumping

The want to join the big league

In a popular brand they hope to ride on it