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​You're a frog and you know it,
You wish that you could send this thing away
Any frog would do the same
Gardnener's mowing
And you're careful not to get yourself
Cut up into tiny little bits

It's a mower
If it caught your legs you know you'll end up lame
You can't imagine all the pain
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So now it's coming near, well you wonder
Could you make it from the pond upto the gate?
And should you wish for rain? (It's turning breezy)
A stone or rock could seize it, that would break it
You're desperate and you quiver
Anything that could give you
A sense of reassurance
When hopping for your dinner
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This grass it grows
They cut and chop and mow
All this grass that grows
When they cut it grows some more
What you cut it for?
Well do they even really know?
As they cut and chop and mow
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Mower
Are you coming?
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You're a frog and you know it
And every night and day is just the same
Do you even have a brain?
You could escape it
But still you're here you stick around
Jumping 'round on soggy ground
Oh bugger!

Mower
Are you coming?
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This grass that grows
We cut and chop and mow
We're cutting grass that grows
Oh no what's that on the floor
What did you run that over for?
Well I didn't even know
'bout the frog that I did mow!