The Ballad of Frog Royale

The Ballad of Frog Royale

this should be read/sung/hummed
to the tune of the Daring Young Man on the Flying Trapeze

He could sail through the air, on the wisp of a breeze,
the daring young frog from the coast of Belize.

He was part of a troupe, yet was one of a kind,
he could waltz on a bud since he learned how to climb.

But as he performed for a queen and her niece,
he was swallowed alive then expelled in a sneeze.

Though the day has long past he remembers it well,
how he came close to death by one hapless inhale.

It seems ripe papaya was part of the cause,
then a lamp in the parlor attracted some moths.

And when he attempted to bypass the flutter,
he misjudged the distance, and landed in butter.

And meanwhile the queen and her parlor of guests,
demanded refreshments, a simple request.

With no way of knowing, they buttered their scones,
while poor circus frog was as slippery as stone.

And when he emerged, left the queen all aghast,
her ladies in waiting expelled frightened gasps.

The queen then emitted the shrillest of screams,
went into a seizure and started to sneeze.

She struggled for air, frog was caught in the mess,
but managed to land on the queen’s new silk dress.

She bent over it seemed, to take a big breath,
but when she inhaled, frog was sucked off her breast.

She gagged as she swallowed, frog stuck in her throat,everyone laughed as the frog nearly croaked.

The hysterical sight so delighted the queen,
now her Majesty’s party was the place to be.

Now young Circus Frog has a troupe of his own,
they’re dancing their jigs at the foot of her throne.