Beneath the moonlit canopy
Where shadows dance and play
The frogs begin their symphony
To greet the close of day

In chorus, they do sing
A song both old and new
Their voices rise and ring
Beneath the evening dew

With each melodious croak
The night is filled with cheer
The silence gently broke
As nature draws them near

So let the frogs remind us
In their harmonious way
That even in the stillness
There’s music in the gray