2 Frogs - Five For Fighting

I sing above my vision.

I sing above my face

A fat old amphibian speaker for the dead

Gather round ye animals.

Gather round this lake

Take upon your vigil.

Wallow in the wake

It was glorious of glories-a maple April day

With a pocket full of horseflies and eyes as bright as rays

They said walk away walk away if you can

But one leap out the village and our caravan began

Traveled to a forest, nestled in the sky

He ran beside the buffalo-wrestled with the lions

Every day a saturday, a summer waking morn

His skin burned golden ember due the shine that toad had born

While riding back an eagle, laughing with the sun

He spied an old hairy fairy man upon the river Young

And Sol said, fly away fly away if you can

But he settled next the oarsman, said I’m my own man and this is my life…

Heed above my meter, Heed above my fate.

Can’t go back again…

I got a reason to be fevered-summer waking morn

Back back when the poor poor boy was born

Now cross into his fortune.

While enchanted by the queen

A lone shady shelter stood beckoning his lean

And in the time it takes a pillow to figure out a face

Out from in the white tree she rose to take its place

And the battle for his spirit then caused him to remain

And he fought as a thousand Visigoths and he cursed the night in vain

She said run away run away if you can

But last he heard a voice of… I'm my own man and this is my life…

Off to in her castle, laid upon the stairs

She showered him with daffodils and tied ribbons in his hair

He woke for bare a moment but she wouldn’t let him weep

With lips of only roses kissed him down to sleep

So royal loyal subjects now let your ears unbend

For here ye this traveled tail must sadly meet it’s end

What’s fate done to our hero I cannot reply…

The last that I saw him, a flection in her eye