Impart, impart, impart
Said the speckled frog
I’m walking in this soft moist bog
And a Willy wag tail squeaks
Be curt be curt be curt and cerful, thicker bushes
I squelch and simmer in the heat and avoid the bushes
A duck startles me
Map! Map? Map!
I check and see I’m indeed of course
Onwards to the swamp gums on the bank a kookaburra yells
Crockcrockacrockaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I hasten my retreat and avoid the area and get to my destination
Their in a little clearing is a old wise serpent whom I’m sure will tell me more I need to know
