Even the frogs want to come inside
The rain keeps pouring, wetting my hide
Puddles hug ankles, mud in the toes
Drains they run free, to China who knows?
The rain keeps on pouring, wetting my hide
The soil holds no more, my van my abode
Move on the lay man, frogs just ignore
Puddles hug ankles, hey that is all
The soil holds no more, my van my abode
Squelch can be heard as feet hit the ground
Puddles hug ankles, hey that is all
Where are the ants? I suppose they drowned
Squelch can be heard as feet hit the ground
The dog won't pee, the ground makes a sound
Where are the ants? I suppose they drowned
The washing piles up, nudity grand
The dog won't pee, the ground makes a sound
Stuck in the van with no where to go
The washing piles up, nudity grand
Send out the dove to search for dry land
Stuck in the van with nowhere to go
Coffee the plan so I don't go mad
Send out the dove to search for dry land
With floods all around, nowhere to go
Coffee the plan, so I don't go mad
The river has risen, move your van
with floods all around, nowhere to go
think I'm stuck in Dubbo, not my plan
© Jennifer Deaves
Inspired by and dedicated to my green froggy friend who I enjoyed a morning shower with during the floods in Dubb, December 2010.
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