There's a lady who's sure all that is green is a frog. And she's building a castle of hoppers. When she sits amongst them she knows that they will sooth and comfort, never scold. With a sigh she can get what she came for. There's a sign on the wall, frog parking only, though sometimes words have two meanings. In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings, "You're the frog lady, we welcome you lovingly." There's a feeling I get when I look to the east, and my spirit is crying for laughter. In my thoughts I have seen rings of joy over her head, and the voices of those who stand wondering. Ooh, it makes me wonder... Ooh, it really makes me wonder... 😎