Right there in the middle of a darkish fog,
Sat, upon a log, sat a big bullfrog,
He arrived in a lime green Unimog
And tried to discern his froggy paw-paw.
 
But his froggy Paw-paw just could not be found,
With his ear to the ground, no froggy sound
Emanated up from the the boggy mound,
Where the froggy sat and let his eyes drop down.

When there he saw glistening in the mud,
Peeking on out from the muddy old flood,
A tadpole by the name of Little Bud,
He said “Yo Paw-paw dun falled in love!”

So the froggy went, though he full of doubt,
To a green cantina where the froggies hang out,
Where the little lady froggies like dance and shout,
And drink corn whiskey till the moon go out.

Through the door he hopped and there he saw,
The bull frog he called “Old Paw-paw”
With a little froggy lady up from Saginaw,
But she’d drunk corn whiskey till she ‘bout to fall!

He said “Paw-paw you best come with me,
She ain’t no good, you can plainly see”
“Step back sonny”,  (drank a bull frog shot)
“She comes with things that you ain’t got!”