There was a Frog
Lived in a bog--
A Frog of high degree--
A stylish youth,
And yet, forsooth,
A bachelor was he.
He had not wed
Because, he said,
He'd ne'er in all his life
Seen in the bog
A pollywog
He cared to make his wife.
But one fine day,
When drest up gay,
He passed a pretty house,
And there beside
The window spied
A most attractive mouse.
He raised his hat,
And gazing at
Miss Mouse, in suit of gray,
He made a bow,
Likewise a vow
To marry her straightway.
When he was drest
In scarlet vest,
And coat of velvet sheen
With frills of lace,
And sword in place,
His like was nowhere seen.
His smile was bland,
His style so grand,
He said with pride, "I know
Miss Mouse so fair,
Can find nowhere
So suitable a beau!
"If she'll agree
To live with me,
And be my faithful wife,
Oh, she shall dine
On dishes fine,
And lead an easy life."
When he went by,
Miss Mouse so shy,
Would hide her blushing face;
But truth to tell
Could see quite well
Through curtains of thin lace.
And from her nook,
Ah! many a look
She gave, with heart a-stir;
And oft did she
Confess that he
Was just the beau for her.
At last so blue
Poor froggie grew,
He went up to the house
And rang the bell,
In haste to tell
His love for Mistress Mouse.
He passed the door,
And on the floor
He knelt and kissed her hand,
"Wilt marry me?"
He asked, while she
Her burning blushes fanned.
She answered "Yes,"
As you may guess,
To Mister Frog's delight;
His arm he placed
Around her waist,
And joy was at its height.
The wedding-day
Was set straightway,
The town was all agog;
And gifts, not few,
Were sent unto
Miss Mouse and Mister Frog.
And never yet
Was banquet set,
In country or in town,
With fare more rich
Than that to which
The wedding guests sat down.
And, after all,
There was the ball,
For which the band was hired,
And frogs and mice
Were up in a trice,
And danced till their toes were tired.