| Lyrics: | The Vicar and the Frog
(sung by John Robinson)
There once was a
very, very holy vicar
Went a-walking along the street one day.
When he heard a little
voice say "Excuse me, vicar.
Help me, vicar." the voice did say.
And the vicar looked
'round, but all he could see
Was a tiny little frog sitting on the ground.
"My
dear little froggy, did you speak to me?
Was it you that spoke when I heard that
sound?"
"Oh yes," said the froggy, "Oh help me, vicar.
I'm really not a frog, you
see.
I'm a choir-boy, really, but a wicked fairy
Cast a nasty spell on me.
And
the only way that I can be saved
From this evil spell," the little frog said,
"Is for someone to take me and put me in a place
Where a holy man has laid his
head."
So the vicar took him home, and put him on his pillow;
There he laid till the
break of day,
And the very next morning, a blessed miracle,
The spell was broken, I'm glad
to say.
And there was the choir-boy in bed with the vicar,
And I hope you think
this all makes sense.
For there, my lords and members of the jury,
Rests the
case for the defense.
@religion @humor @myth
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