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