The frogs came out to croak
The pond was full of water
The flash floods and heavy rain
They croaked into the wild
The people didn't want to listen
They croaked until they grew red
Who could believe them?
They sold their souls to the black hooded man
He didn't want to cut them away
The tall grasses high season to trim
He found the frogs who begged for their lives
So he made a pact and they croaked
The raining season had a bearing
They knew they couldn't refuse
The rising water in the pond
They had to play their croaking music
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