A Pot Of Irish Frogs
by
Eddie O'Hara
There was a man who came
from France
Who thought he’d like to take a chance
On eating legs of Irish frogs
That croaked out on the Irish bogs
The Frenchman squished
the Irish bogs
Until he found a pool of frogs
He filled his bucket to serve his want
Then, squished his way to a restaurant
A chef there said he
knew how to cook
Just like they do in a French cookbook
He put the frogs into a pot
But wasn’t ready yet to get them hot
Now, he couldn’t
resist to snatch from a shelf
A bottle of his best, as he said to himself
"Oy know what’d be royt to flavour dem up
I’ll add da ohld oyrish whasky, but no more dan a
cup"
A minute - and with not
a frog left sober
From the pot came a chorus of The Irish Rover!
The chef gasped, "Well, I naver tought I’d aver
hear a pot sing!
Da wee folk must have done dis ting!"
