Twenty frogies went to school,
Down beside a rushing pool;
Twenty little coats of green,
Twenty vests so white and clean.

We must be in time, said they,
First in study and then in play;
That's the way we keep the rule,
When we frogies go to school.

Master Bullfrog, grave and stern,
Taught the classes in their turn;
Taught them how to nobly strive,
Likewise how to leap and dive.

From his seat upon a log,
Taught them how to say cutchalk;
Also how to dodge the blows,
From the stones tho bad boys throw.

Twenty frogies grew up fast,
Bullfrogs they became at last;
Not one dunce among the lot,
Not one lesson they forgot.

Polished in a high degree,
As each frogie ought to be;
Now they sit on other logs
Teaching other little frogs.