THE FROGGIES' PARTY.
Reading edition
The frog who would a-wooing go Gave a party, you must know; And his bride, dressed all in green, Looked as fine as any queen. Their reception numbered some Of the best in Froggiedom. Four gay froggies played the fiddle,— Hands all round, and down the middle. In the room were stern old croakers, Yellow vests and snow-white chokers. Froggie belles with rush-leaf fans, Froggie beaux in green brogans, Flirted in the bowers there, Hidden from the ball-room's glare. Three old froggies tried a reel,— Twist 'em, turn 'em, toe and heel.
One young miss was asked to sing; But she had a cold that spring. Little frogs were sound asleep, Late hours—bad for them to keep. Each one wished the couple joy; No bad boys came to annoy. This next fall,—the news is spreading,— They will have their silver-wedding!
George Cooper.
