Croak, Ribbit, Chirp.

The frogs, they call & burp.

Ribbit, Chirp, Croak.

They bellow from their throat.

Croak, Chirp, Ribbit.

There is no way to end it.

The toads are taking over.

So loud that I can't sleep.

You'd think they'd find a river.

At least a pond or creek.

Instead they found my backyard.

A perfect stage to sing their song.

It's not a peaceful, country noise.

It's SO LOUD all night long!!

What ever shall I do?

Care to take a guess?

Dang sure can't go giggin'.

It would be an awful mess.

They're silent all of daylight

Until I start to stretch & yawn.

I try to drown out the noise

And hope that they don't spawn!

I suppose it could be worse.

Frogs don't sting or bite.

I can't say I blame them

For partying all night.

Croak, Ribbit, Chirp.

The frogs, they call & burp.

Ribbit, Chirp, Croak.

They bellow from their throat.

Croak, Chirp, Ribbit.

There is no way to end it.