I had a friend whose skin was green.
He had the biggest old mouth you ever have seen.
Long, long legs and bulging eyes.
His name was Freddy the Frog, and he liked to eat flies.

He ate them in the morning. He ate them late at night,
When he climbed under the covers and turned off the light.
Lying on his back, or sitting on a log.
His name was Freddy the Fly-Eating Frog

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Freddy the fly eating frog.
Freddy the fly eating frog.
He ate so many flies that some folks thought he was a hog.
But he was Freddy the Fly-Eating Frog.

It started one day when he was just a kid.
His momma was gone and all the cookies were hid.
"I'm so hungry," he screamed and sung.
When a fly going by got caught on his tongue.
He pulled in his tongue in a great big yawn.
When he let it out again, you know that fly was gone.
"Pretty good!" he said with a smack.
"For a frog that's a mighty nice snack."

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Flies were the only thing that he would eat.
He hated vegetables, he never touched meat.
Bring him some ice cream, he'd scream and cry,
"Take that stuff away from me, please bring me some flies."
"Freddy," I said, "It's a mighty strange thing
That flies are the only thing that make you sing.
You'd better be careful what happens to you
Or your fly-eating days will be through."

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Freddy got a job working at a restaurant.
The man said "Freddy, eat all the flies that you want."
Freddy was happy, thought his job was great.
Til he wound up by mistake on a customer's plate.
The man picked him up and swallowed him down and said
"These are the best frog legs I've had in this town."
Freddy the Fly Eating Frog met his end.
At the hands of Frank, the Frog Eating Man.

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