I can't talk about what I want to talk about
So I will talk about the frogs instead.
I bought them at the art fair the other day
They are both made of wood, delicate and light
They have spikes on their backs and sticks in their mouths
If you take the stick out and run it through the spikes
They make real frog sounds.
I can't talk about what I want to talk about
But I will tell you about the frogs
Yes, I have two of them, one bigger and smoother
That one stays at home, and has a louder voice
It's shiny too, seems like a lot of work went into it.
The other, I brought to work, sounds very chipper
It's tiny and cute and pretty simple.
-I can tell you more about the frogs
And go on and on until I exhaust all metaphors
But you already know how the story goes.
Yet I'm no princess and don't really know
What to do with not one but two frogs.-
I can tell you all the things that make me happy
And they are aplenty, no doubt
Since I'm a girl of simple tastes
And it takes little to cheer me up
But some of the things that make me happy
Should not be making me happy at all
And then I have this sudden urge
To talk about nothing but frogs...
