The nightingale sings such a beautiful tune
You can listen all night by the light of the moon
Now my song’s not as pretty, but I’ll say it again
I am proud to be one of the frogs in the glen

The butterfly is such a colorful thing
With an orange and yellow and black on its wing
Now I’m only green, but I’ll say it again
I am proud to be one of the frogs in the glen

The deer can jump higher
The fish can swim faster
Than ever a froggie swam
But a deer can’t dive deep
And a fish can’t ribbet
So I’m proud to be what I am

Be proud of your flippers
And the flies that you catch
And the logs that you leap
And the eggs that you hatch
We’re under the stars
And we’re smaller than men
But I’m proud to be one of the frogs in the glen