A very fine frog he seemed to be, a rich and elegant frog was he. But he looked so sad, and he didn't speak, and a tear was rolling down each cheek...

"My life's a hard one. I am the most despondent frog who ever sat upon a log. So doleful and so sad am I, I really think I'd like to die!

"I used to be quite gay, you see, and fond of fun and frolic; but sorrows deep have made me weep, and I've grown melancholic.

"I wished to wed, and so I want a-wooing. And oh, my dears, I must confess my wooing met with no success. For her father, who was an awful brute, declared that his daughter would 'smile on my suit!'

"Now, true's I live, I'm sensitive, and when 'twas thus asserted she'd laugh at my clothes, as you may suppose, I was angry and disconcerted. Toward home I turned and coldly spurned all reconciliation.

"In ire and rage I took the stage that runs to this plantation. Of course you see how I was placed—that fearful insult to my taste was something I can not forgive unto the longest day I live!"...

Artist: Peter Newell 1901