Willy The Bullfrog

There once was a Bullfrog named Willy the Bullfrog And all that he did was croak on a log, Sitting here and there and having fun And when he wanted to, he would soak up some sun. But, Willy knew that those days were almost gone Ever since he saw a bullet killing a fawn, Then in his pond went empty cans of beer And then a bullet killed another deer. Willy then who was full of fright Hid away until the dark of the night, He then gathered up all the animals for a meeting Proclaiming that hunters were not killing them for the eating, But, because in their body's runs blood of red And because their guns shoots bullets of lead. Many years ago in this land GOD gave them life with the wave of his hand, There were foxes and herds, oxen and birds But, now their population is dwindling down to none Ever since Willie saw that bullet killing a fawn, Then all the animals began to shed a tear Because they all knew then, that they had a lot to fear, They wouldn't be able to play and have any fun They would always be chased, and on the run. Then Willy sadly hopped back to his pond The place where he was very fond, Then Willy began to speak again And behind him snuck a bunch of men, Willy shouted, "This kind of life I cannot hack"! A spear then came ripping through Willy's back. There once was a Bullfrog named Willy the Bullfrog And all that he wanted to do was croak on a log, Sitting here and there and having fun And when he wanted to, he would soak up some sun. Willy and his friends don't live here anymore Their home and his pond became a department store, Their homes and their lives they all had to give, So, people of humanity would have a place to live.... There once was a Bullfrog named Willy the Bullfrog All that he wanted to do was croak on a log, Sitting here and there and having fun And every now and then, he would soak up some sun. RANDY L. McClave