The frog proclaims unabashedly br Within hearing of everyone br He brags that he has paid his dues br And did it even before the last hour, br Paid much more than what was worth br Every bit of what was owed and more br So, he held his head up high br Nothing else matters now br The day is a mockery for him, br Beneath an imagined sun, br Basking in delight in a shrouded glow br Owning the dark of night, br The cold of the puddle, br An empty inheritance in creased parchment, br He now croaks his incessant boast br In a pond where day refuses to comebr br Eddie Roabr br