Little Frogs

One, two, three

Pink fingerlings and Yukon Golds dug up and drying on the floor
Little frogs on the front lawn I didn't kill in the mower
Phoebe back to build again above the basement door
Dry owl wings and other things I'm wildly grateful for

September sun and weekday fun and being up when cars aren't cruising
Morning mist that slowly lifts and the daylight that we're losing
'Cause there's more time with the stars that way
I'll hang on conversations
Between the Queen of Ethiopia and some of her relations

All that I love Rain at night
Shadows that fall in the backyard moonlight
Whatever it was we heard in the woods
That we may never see
Who doesn't love a mystery

Unexpected lunch dates with my sweetheart in the townships
Hardly even noticing these depressing surroundings
'Cause there's more time with his eyes that way
I'm lost in their affections
The warmest brown is eiderdown
It's sacred ground to rest in

All that I love Rain at night
Shadows that fall in the backyard moonlight
Whatever it was we heard in the woods
That we may never see
Who doesn't love a mystery

Pink fingerlings and Yukon Golds dug up and drying on the floor
Little frogs on the front lawn I didn't kill in the mower
Phoebe back to build again above the basement door
Dry owl wings and other things I'm wildly grateful for