Twenty frogies went to school,
Down beside a rushing pool;
Twenty little coats of green,
Twenty vests so white and clean.
We must be in time, said they,
First in study and then in play;
That's the way we keep the rule,
When we frogies go to school.
Master Bullfrog, grave and stern,
Taught the classes in their turn;
Taught them how to nobly strive,
Likewise how to leap and dive.
From his seat upon a log,
Taught them how to say cutchalk;
Also how to dodge the blows,
From the stones tho bad boys throw.
Twenty frogies grew up fast,
Bullfrogs they became at last;
Not one dunce among the lot,
Not one lesson they forgot.
Polished in a high degree,
As each frogie ought to be;
Now they sit on other logs
Teaching other little frogs.
Frogs at School
A Fictional Short Story by
Agnes Taylor Ketchum & Ida M. Jorgensen
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