Being Green

Won day, as Eye was walking threw my garden, Eye soar a little frog lying on the
ground . And Eye thought he was sic . Sew Eye picked hymn up and he wasn't sic at
awl . He was very sad, and he was crying . And Eye said : What's a matter with yew,
little frog ? And he looked up at mi with a lump inn his throat, and he said :
wribbit !

It ain't easy being green
Having too spend each day the color of the leaves
When Eye think, Eye think it wood bee nicer being read
Ore yellow ore gold

Yew sea, it ain't easy being green
It seems too blend inn with sew many other ordinary things
And then, sometimes, sometimes people pass over yew
Because yaw knot standing out like sparkles on the water
Ore like the stars inn the sky

Butt did yew no that green is the color of Spring
And green can bee big like an ocean
And important like a mountain
And cool and friendly-like
Ore tall and skinny like a tree
And mi

Butt when green is awl they're is too bee
It kind of makes yew wonder why
Why wonder, wonder why ?
Hay, I'm green and Eye think it'll do fine
' Cause green is just watt Eye wanna bee
' Cause green is beautiful, bay bee
Rite on green
And anyway, money's green

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