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Frog went a' courtin' and he did right...by Stevie Wonder

Last night, as I tucked in my oldest and sat with her for a minute, we listened to the frogs. It's spring and rainy so it is time for them to find their happily ever afters.

Every night, a plethora of them call to each other. I always imagine they each have their own song, like Happy Feet.

It used to bother me, the crazy racket. Then we put in a pond and the frog songs amplified from racket to live concert level loud. You'd think we could have foreseen this but no, we did not. We thought only of managing mosquitos and happily watching koi.

So last night, my daughter and I lay in her bed and listened to the frogs.

"What do you think they are saying?" she asked me.

I paused, wading through the truth, which in my head sounded heavily open air market-like but in a vaguely "Good morning Vietnam-ish," with a little "Dear penthouse..." thrown in way.

"They are singing love songs to find their loves," I told her.

"What sort of song? How does it go?" asked my little popular music aficionado.

I told her I thought it might be a little like Stevie Wonder's "Hey Love." This morning, she demanded I queue it up on the iPod. We all listened for a minute, and finally she declared, "Yes, oh yes, I can really see this is like the froggie love song."

And, forevermore, I will imagine little muppet frogs singing and dancing to this song, 60s beach blanket bingo style, little bouffants bouncing, webbed feet and long tongues flashing as they sway.



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Yolanda said…
Froggy Love Song is crying out to be the name of something: an indie band, your future memoir.

Loved this story and the sweet scene you created.
April 3, 2012 at 3:32 PM
MARY G said…
Made me remember my kids. We have what are called 'spring peepers' around here, shrill and repetitious.
A concession over is a bigger pond with bullfrogs. They go 'baroomph', in distant counterpart to the peepers. My daughters loved this a lot. But never asked what they were singing. Thoughtful child you have there. Love it!
April 3, 2012 at 8:35 PM
Glenn Verdult said…
Hello i am Glenn Verdult

I enjoy reading your articles

I am looking forward to read more..
April 11, 2012 at 9:53 AM
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