Times countless
This story has been told
A life lived like a bragging old monk
A life lived as a croaking old frog
A life lived by a proud old peacock
It began when he was born
When he was so full of life
When he was so full of lies
When he cared less
A pious preacher
They thought he was
A pontificating teacher
They said he was
An inspiring leader
They believed he was
A motivating orator
They heard he was
A kind, hard to define
But when that old frog died
In the still of the night
We heard
We measured a new length
In the full view of light
When that old frog died
What we measured
In full view, in broad daylight
Measured a real length
A find, hard to believe
A find, hard to hide
That old kind, lived a lie
A lie they heard going by
Only after he had died
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From his stories untold
All they heard was a tale of a toad
Nothing they knew of his deeds
None about seeds sown deep
…inside the earth
Sown to sew up some in their need
Just a humming frog
Yes he was
Simply a humble bloke
Sure he was
Only a harmless sort
Truly he was
Always a healing touch
Sure he was
His, an honest soul
That he was
When that old frog died
In the still of the night
We heard
We measured a new length
In the full view of light
When that old frog died
What we measured
In full view, in broad daylight
We measured a real length
A kind, hard to find
That kind, learned to live by
So others could find life
That kind, calmed the raging storms
So others could set sail
That kind, waded life’s hurting hurricanes
So others could still remain
In the stream of life
In the nick of time
These stories have been told
After life they have lived was put on hold
