The frog in the window will sing for you The frog in the window will smile for you With his straw hat and his cane And you know that you will not be the same 'Cause the frog in the window will dance for you He'll tap out the rhythm in bright red shoes And if you ask why this is done he'll say You're only old when you will not be young
And the frog in the window will answer you The questions you bring in a cup to view And if his answer is not the best It's so much better than all of the rest
But you say there are so many things to be done And he says right back that there's really just one 'Cause you're talking of death and he puffs Just being born is problem enough
And the frog in the window will cry for you If you're not busy dying he'll pray for you Glass beads in his hand But you just stand there 'cause you don't understand