As the last pale notes of summer’s song
Tumble sideways and down the weathered path
I step out into the night
To walk in tempo with a symphony of stars
The anxious conductor stands at attention, baton poised
But tonight I’ve no need for him
I’d rather listen in rapt attention
To the wisdom of frogs
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As the last pale notes of summer’s song
Tumble sideways and down the weathered path
I step out into the night
To walk in tempo with a symphony of stars
The anxious conductor stands at attention, baton poised
But tonight I’ve no need for him
I’d rather listen in rapt attention
To the wisdom of frogs
......