Frog Song (Клятва воина)

There once was a frog an’ his name was ole Glogg,
He lived in a log on top of a bog.
He loved plum pudden an’ gooseberry pie,
but if anybeast dared to come near him he’d cry.


Frog bog log Glogg! Pudden an’ pie he’d loudly cry!
Wot a hard terrible life!


To his abode down the road came a toad,
bearin’ a load as she puffed an’ blowed,
‘I’m tired of this bundle atop of my head,
I’m almost half dead but I’m fit to be wed.


Frog bog log Glogg! Pudden an’ pie he’d loudly cry!
Abode road toad load! Head dead fit t’be wed!
Wot a hard terrible life!

He took both her paws an’ pulled her indoors.
She swept the floors an’ did all his chores.
Her bundle came open, ten tadpoles jumped out,
‘Oh good day to ye, dad.’ They all gave a great shout.

Frog bog log Glogg! Pudden an’ pie he’d loudly cry!
Abode road toad load! Head dead fit t’be wed!
Dad! Dad! The frog’s gone mad!
Wot a hard terrible wife!”