Sermon To The Frogs

Well-a-well, when I go fishing
Well, I know what I’ll be wishing for
A love like yours to come my way
To take the bait and say
Well-a-well, I may be dreaming
Well, I know how long this feeling’s
Been swirling around in my head
If all it took to reel you in
To see you bite the hook and squirm
Was just a tiny ball of string
And a pretty little butterfly lure