I found a frog upon a log in my garden

He calmly sat there winking at me in my garden

I looked at him, he looked at me

And from this look it was plain to see

That this was where he liked to be, in my garden.

“Hello”, I said, “you’re a handsome chap”

Won’t you sit upon my lap?”

So I picked him up and placed him down

Upon my knee on my dressing gown

And he crossed his legs and went to sleep, in my garden.

I called him Fred, he called me mum

And I cared for him like a special son.

I caught his flies, he ate them up

I bathed him down, and powdered him up

And he lazed out there without a care, in my garden.

Such joy he brought into my life, I hoped would never end

But on Monday morn he said to me, “I cannot be your friend”

“Why”, I cried?  The frog replied, “I’m sorry for I told you lies”

“I’m not a frog upon a log, but an ugly prince who’s in disguise.”

And he stood up straight and walked through my gate, out my garden.