The frog in the window will sing for you
The frog in the window will smile for you
With his straw hat and his cane
And you know that you will not be the same
'Cause the frog in the window will dance for you
He'll tap out the rhythm in bright red shoes
And if you ask why this is done he'll say
You're only old when you will not be young
And the frog in the window will answer you
The questions you bring in a cup to view
And if his answer is not the best
It's so much better than all of the rest
But you say there are so many things to be done
And he says right back that there's really just one
'Cause you're talking of death and he puffs
Just being born is problem enough
And the frog in the window will cry for you
If you're not busy dying he'll pray for you
Glass beads in his hand
But you just stand there 'cause you don't understand
