Alligator Chomp (Ballad of Martin Luther Frog JR)

A long time ago in a swamp far, far away Where Louisiana meets Texas And the snakes fall off the tree The critters are getting restless Getting greedy and mean The frogs all hate the toads Crocks all hate the gators Ain't nobody getting along They ain't teams, man, they just players (Oh, no) they all hating They don't know They all gonna get it (Oh, no) they all hating They all green They don't see They all gonna get it Trees fell in the river, cutting off the water to the swamp But the critters didn't feel the tremor, chasing tails around the stump The birds flying by could spot it from the sky but only one froggy knew That a gator with them ol teeth could chew down trees like a piece of meat But the frog stood on up and used a little froggy voice "Y'all don't see we gotta get it together, right now, we gotta make a choice" Before the frog got his next word out all anybody saw was a gator mouth Swallowing the froggy whole, while the toads and the crocks all cheered about (Oh, no) they all hating Swamps drying out, they don't know They all gonna get it (Oh, no) they all hating They don't see They all gonna get it