In the puddle by the trail it flips its tiny tail
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Just like a great big whale but smaller than a snail
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It's a pollywog in a bog
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Swims under soggy logs
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One day he'll be a frog
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Pollywog in a bog
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Overhead a cedar tree gives the shade he needs
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Munching while he feeds on lily pads and weeds
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Knows not where he's from
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Or how his life had begun
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He's not the only one
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And soon he'll breathe through lungs
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It's hard to believe
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With the arms you'll receive
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You'll lift your head above the water and breathe
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Gills shrink away and may there come a day
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When you reach the shore with a whole world to explore
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Ribbit ribbit a tadpole exhibit
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It's a transformation no one can inhibit
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Amphibian change may seem strange
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Take them gills and the tail and they all rearrange
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Out come the legs for the jump! jump!
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Hope to the top of the stump! stump!
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Out come the legs for the jump! jump!
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Hope to the top of the stump! stump!
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Where the mud is deep frost will soon creep
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And without a peep a frog is fast asleep
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It was a pollywog in a bog
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Swam under soggy logs
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In the morning fog
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Pollywog in a bog.
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Pollywog In a Bag
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Barenaked Ladies |