Froggie Fab Four Poem by Ima Ryma

The Four Croakers do get all set.
The four frogs hop upon their bike
To spin their barbershop quartet,
And pitch their pedals down the pike.
A lengthy tour this one is,
A lot of time spent on the road,
But that's just the way of show biz,
Cannot be a stay at home toad.
Upon the bike the foursome sing
Old favorites to please the crowd.
Frog arms do swing, frog legs do swing.
Oh, Momma Frog would be so proud.

Hitting the high and the low note,
Croaking the four frogs in the throat.