Country Colored Memories
Bullfrogs Serenade
I heard the voice of a bullfrog
as I approached, he jumped on a log
a funny, deep tuba sound
water amplified his croak all-around
a lazy day in June
I enjoyed my tuba tune
bullfrog singing on a sunny afternoon
I hate for them to leave so soon
I watch them as they hop away
what’s left for me to say
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