The Vicar and the Frog

(sung by John Robinson)



There once was a very, very holy vicar

Went a-walking along the street one day.

When he heard a little voice say "Excuse me, vicar.

Help me, vicar." the voice did say.

And the vicar looked 'round, but all he could see

Was a tiny little frog sitting on the ground.

"My dear little froggy, did you speak to me?

Was it you that spoke when I heard that sound?"



"Oh yes," said the froggy, "Oh help me, vicar.

I'm really not a frog, you see.

I'm a choir-boy, really, but a wicked fairy

Cast a nasty spell on me.

And the only way that I can be saved

From this evil spell," the little frog said,

"Is for someone to take me and put me in a place

Where a holy man has laid his head."



So the vicar took him home, and put him on his pillow;

There he laid till the break of day,

And the very next morning, a blessed miracle,

The spell was broken, I'm glad to say.

And there was the choir-boy in bed with the vicar,

And I hope you think this all makes sense.

For there, my lords and members of the jury,

Rests the case for the defense.





@religion @humor @myth

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