In a puddle by the trail
Flips its tiny tail
Just like a great big whale

But smaller than a snail

It's a pollywog in a bog

Swims under soggy logs
One day he'll be a frog
Pollywog in a bog


Overhead a cedar tree
Gives the shade he needs

Munching while he feeds
On lily pads and weeds


Knows not where he's from
Or how his life had begun
He's not the only one

And soon he'll breathe through lungs

It's hard to believe

With the arms you'll receive
You'll lift your head
Above the water and breathe


Gills shrink away
And may there come a day

When you reach the shore
With a whole world to explore


Ribbit, ribbit, a tadpole exhibit
It's a transformation no one can inhibit
Amphibian change may seem strange

Take them gills and the tail and they all rearrange

Out come the legs for the jump, jump

Hope to the top of the stump, stump
Out come the legs for the jump, jump
Hope to the top of the stump, stump


Where the mud is deep
Frost will soon creep

And without a peep
A frog is fast asleep


It was a pollywog in a bog
Swam under soggy logs
In the morning fog

Pollywog in a bog

Pollywog in a bog

Swam under soggy logs
In the morning fog
Pollywog in a bog


Pollywog in a bog
Swam under soggy logs

In the morning fog