Little green frogs are singing,
singing in the rain.
Their rain song loudly ringing,
as they sing another refrain.

The lightning is flashing,
cutting across the skies.
Like a white-blue sword slashing,
an enemy that never dies.

The thunder is crashing,
it's sound fills the night.
Like a million armies clashing,
for a cause that they believe right.

The rain is coming,
down upon us all.
Washing the people who are running,
trying to avoid its fall.

The wind is now blowing,
moaning like a ghostly train.
With its passangers a going,
to a place never to be seen again.

The little frogs are still singing,
welcoming the rain.
And now, the happy ducks
join them in refrain.