Harold the Frog

This is sad. It's also evilly catchy, and poor Harold remains dateless every time I listen to it. There's a possibility, but not a great one, that my listening to this song is contributing to Harold's dateless state. Or something.

Harold, a rather lonely frog
With spotted manly chest,
Lived in a wet and squelchy bog
And always looked depressed

He couldn't get a froggy date
Although he'd try each night
But when he'd squelch behind a girl,
She'd just leap off in fright

A wallflower at the local hop,
He'd dance 'til dawn alone
(two three four)
Quick quick slow quick
Plop plop plop
Then squelch his way back home

Reflecting in his private pool
On his unhappy fate,
He wondered why on earth it was
He couldn't get a date...

His friends all knew the reason why
But friends don't like to tell
A frog who's got and doesn't know
A wet and boggy smell
A frog who's got a wet and boggy smell