Frog on My Toe

Poppa I know There's a frog on my toe Maybe I'll call him Jethro Maybe I'll grow up to be As wise and as good as he And maybe I'll come back After you're long gone Poppa I'm sure The worms have eaten you now And Jethro's been on some Frenchy's plate Long ago Now I'm pretty sure That I listen to every word 'Cause you're still here Telling me still Slap them boys when they're naughty Make them crawl, make you haughty Make you strong, little girl You paint them toes the reddish colour And you know one day You're gonna be bigger than a flea You're gonna be bigger than that old Poison ivy tree Now I'm pretty sure That I think you'd come and visit And talk sometimes Kind of like Gidget and A funny little chance Like an Indian Brave He said "We all grew fat When the white man came" But one day girl You're gonna learn to make them crawl Make them grow tall But have the grace To be a lady with disgrace And you fry them 'taters And you make them with ladies hands I know you're my pappy's baby