Glistening in the dead of night
The frogs come out to play
Jump around and leap lily pad to lily pad
And the crickets dance and sing their sweet songs
In the fall the leaves fall into the water of the pond.
Glistening in the dead of night
The frogs come out to play
Jump around and leap lily pad to lily pad
And the crickets dance and sing their sweet songs
In the fall the leaves fall into the water of the pond.
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