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