A traditional tune. A real old one at that. Got this version off of Amelda Riddle.
Froggie went a-courtin' and he did ride,
Sword and pistol buckled to his side.
Went on up to Miss Mouse's house,
Said "will you marry me Miss Mouse?"
"Sir I cannot tell you that,
I'll have to ask my Uncle Rat."
Uncle Rat gave his consent
Weasel wrote the publishment
Where will the wedding supper be?
Way over yonder in the hollow tree.
Who will the waiters be?
The pink-eyed gnat and the black-eyed flea.
First come in was the flaying moth,
Spread her wings for the table cloth.
Froggie went a-swimmin' all across that lake,
Got swallowed up by a big black snake.
Little corn bread on the shelf,
If you want any more better sing it yourself.
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