First of all, I present here an abbreviatedversion of the poem.

Because…hey, I’m not getting paid by theword!

And because…good gravy this poem isrepetitious! Yikes!

So for those of you who like repetition…youcan add as many lines as you want.

Just please, not near the rest of us… Ahem…

Oh, and even abbreviated, there are a lotof uh-huh’s.

Sorry…

 

Froggy went a courtin’ and he did ride, uh-huh With a sword and a pistol by his side, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. First thought out of the gate is…actuallytwo thoughts. One, how is Mr. Froggy riding?And two, why does he feel the need to carry both sword and pistol when he’sgoing courting, hmmm?Now I’ve seen a few frogs in my lifetime.Kissed a few, too. If you catch my drift. (Snort!)And none—not one—has ever been ridinganything. Except maybe a lily pad. Or a water current.True story.And also, there has been a complete dearthof froggies carrying swords and/or pistols.I think they would have no problem grippingsaid swords and/or pistols. But their ability to, say, pull a trigger remains highly doubtful.And, most importantly, why would he feelthe need to carry any weaponry at all when hisdeclared goal was courtship?Perhaps we’re rightly sensing some sort of discordbetween the Frog and Mouse families?Tragic… He rode up to Miss Mousie’s door, uh-huh A place where he had been before, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. Not much to comment on  here.Obviously, if he was intent on courting theaforementioned Miss Mouse, he would have been therebefore.Although I’ve heard that some do theircourting quite successfully sight-unseen, not so in our story. He said, “Miss Mouse, will you marry me?uh-huh And oh so happy we will be, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. Ahhh!Spring is in the air!Soft breezes!Blossoms in the trees!And a young man’s fancy turns to love…Okay. It’s a frog and a mouse.Go with me on this… “Not without Uncle Rat’s consent”, uh-huh “I wouldn’t marry the President,” uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. Now I don’t think she’s saying that Mr.Froggie is the president.Although, considering the world's choices in thelast hundred years or so, he may be a strong contender.What she’s meaning is it wouldn’t matterhow important someone was (or thought they were) she stillwouldn’t accept himwithout consulting a person she loved and trusted.Right?Which brings us right to Uncle Rat.I wonder if he appreciated the influence he hadover the younger members of his family.Let’s just say ‘yes’ and move on…Because… Uncle Rat, he went downtown, uh-huh To buy his niece a wedding gown, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. I’d venture this denotes agreement, even supporton Uncle Rat’s part.What are your thoughts?Oh...right.Maybe we should withhold opinions until wesee what he bought.If it was something soft and filmy, okay. Support.If it was made of cast iron or anythingresembling armour, less likely. Where shall the wedding supper be? uh-huh Way down yonder in the hollow tree, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. I’m good with this.A frog and a mouse party should be in arotting tree—far from the usual mouse parties we seem to havein our family’slarder.Ugh.Back to our story… The first to come was a bumble bee, uh-huh With a big bass fiddle on his knee, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. Nice that the band showed up good andearly.There’s nothing like biting your nails innervousness as the clock ticks around to zero-hour.And you’re starting to wonder if you andyour sweetheart are going to dance the first waltz to a bunch of fairlyinebriated relatives singing the wrong words to ‘Lady in Red’.Not that that’s ever happened to anyone Iknow…Ahem… Next to come was the big black snake,uh-huh He gobbled down the wedding cake, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. Okay, I know everyone has at least one of those relatives.Because what wedding is complete withoutsome relative hogging all the cake.Or shrimp, as the case may be. Little bit of biscuit on the shelf, uh-huh If you want anymore you can make it yourself, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. Do you know what this says to me?All the food’s gone?That’s it.Party’s over.Go home. Oh, and best wishes to the happy couple.Kiss. Kiss.

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When my blog sisters and I get to share with you what's been happening in our homes and hearts this month.

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Karen At Baking in a Tornado

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