Oh, Riley the frog
lives deep in the bog...
or, so says a deep voice within me
He jumps and he croaks...
he laughs and he jokes
as everyone turns green with envy.
Young Rileys a child
whose whimsy's so wild
he thinks that he lives on a lilly...
Young children have dreams
because, Mom, it seems
reality's boring and silly.
.... or so I've been toad.
