Alas for young puddledum! Proudly he scouted
The sire's good advice. He sulked and he pouted,
And the Gung girls, in turn, every one of them, flouted.
"What, choose me a wife!
Does he think I'm a fool?
No, my motto for life
Is: _one_ frog to a pool.
Shall I yield up my freedom--be tied to a log?
Not I, by my jumps!" quoth this prig of a frog.
"Miss Gung, sir, for all _I_'ll prevent, gug-a-loo!
May sing till they carry me,
'No one will marry me,
Nobody, nobody's coming to woo!'"