  There's someone singing a little song Out in the garden to-night; A queer little sleepy, sleepy song, Out there in the soft moonlight. And the little song goes "zactly" like this, Ah—ziz—z—z—zis! And I wonder who it is that's singing That little song of Ziz—zis? There's a queer little frog in the pond out there, I wonder if it is he? And is he singing himself to sleep, Or is he singing to me? |
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