The frog hopped, silently, fearfully
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in out from the chill of night
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Covered with the shiny dew of morning
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Carefully, he came to cause no fright to the Son of God a-borning
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Since from his place upon the earth he could not see the manger
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Tho' shy, he leaped into the air to see the little stranger
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The beasts were outraged!
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Angry that a frog so impolite
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Would dare disturb the Holy Child's dreaming
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"Get you far away and out of sight,
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You are ugly and blaspheming.
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And why do you not humbly bow,
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And what gift are you bringing?"
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The Frog then croaked,
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"I come to God with only my rough singing
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I came to sing for Jesus."
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The animals laughed, "hahahaha" to think of such a joke
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That a simple frog would be so odd as to come to God to croak
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The animals laughed, "hahahahahaha"
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That a simple frog would be so odd as to come to God to croak
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Baby Jesus saw the frog and laughed with sheer delight
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To see him hopping high through the stable
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And Mary softly did him invite to sing the little boy's first fable
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Light came down from heaven and around the frog was gleaming
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And like an Angel sent from God
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The lowly frog was singing
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And he sang of logs and polliwogs
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Of rafts and summer fishin;
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Of morning frogs and puppy dogs
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And places to go wishin'
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Of misty bogs and swimming togs
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and treasures laying deep.
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And when the last note died away
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The baby was asleep
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And from that day on the frog was drawn to live high in the towers
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Of pine and oak, no more to croak among the water flowers
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But a tree frog he would always be whose voice could shame the bird
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And they say that every Easter morn his voice can still be heard
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The Frog
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Amy Grant |