A Frog He Would A-Wooing Go, Whether His Mother Would Let Him Or No. Off He Set With His Opera-Hat. On The Road He Met With A Rat. "Pray, Mr. Rat, Will You Go With Me, Kind Mrs. Mousey For To See?" They Soon Arrived At Mousey'S Hall. They Gave A Loud Tap, And They Gave A Loud Call. "Pray, Mrs. Mouse, Are You Within?" "Yes, Kind Sirs, And Sitting To Spin." "Pray, Mrs. Mouse, Now Give Us Some Beer, That Froggy And I May Have Good Cheer." "Pray, Mr. Frog, Will You Give Us A Song? Let The Subject Be Something That's Not Very Long." "Indeed, Mrs. Mouse," Replied The Frog, "A Cold Has Made Me As Hoarse As A Hog." "Since You Have Caught Cold, Mr. Frog," Mousey Said, "I'll Sing You A Song That I Have Just Made." As They Were In Glee And Merrymaking, A Cat And Her Kittens Came Tumbling In. The Cat She Seized The Rat By The Crown, The Kittens They Pulled The Little Mouse Down. This Put Mr. Frog In A Terrible Fright, He Took Up His Hat, And He Wished Them Good Night. As Froggy Was Crossing It Over A Brook, A Lilywhite Duck Came And Gobbled Him Up. So Here Is An End Of One, Two, Three-- The Rat, The Mouse, And Little Froggy.