The Frog and the Ox
A musical retelling of Aesop's fable about a frog who saw an ox, took a big breath, and just kept puffing
A little frog sat on a log And saw an ox walk by. "My goodness me, oh my, oh my, That creature is so terribly, Enormously, Incredibly high!"
"I can be big!" the froggy said. He puffed his belly wide. He puffed and puffed and puffed some more, His cheeks stretched side to side!
"Am I as big?" he asked his friends. "Not yet," they said. "Not quite." So he breathed in deeper, held it tight, And swelled with all his might.
His eyes got wide, His skin got tight, He grew a little bigger in the morning light-- But not as big as an ox, no, not even close, not right!
"MORE!" he cried, and took a breath As deep as deep could be, He stretched and strained and swelled and grew As round as round could be, And bigger still, and bigger still, and bigger still, and--
POP!
The little frog friends shook their heads And sat beside the pond. "He tried to be an ox," they said, "And the ox just walked along."
The ox walked off across the field -- He never even saw. The pond grew still. The frogs grew quiet. A puff of wind. A leaf. A pause.