The Frog, and the Butterfly. The little frog lived in the well In a garden filled with flowers One day he saw a butterfly Who spoke to him for hours. The butterfly would tell him tales Of the big wide world outside But he only knew his little well He thought that she had lied. One day she lent the frog her wings And he took them for a while Though he had never flown before And it wasn't quite his style. That frog he flew above the well And saw the painted flowers Then he flew above a lovely lake And he felt all of life's power. Then he flew above an ocean Stretching out a million miles Then flew above some fluffy clouds As his face took on a smile When he came back to that old well He told that butterfly That he'd not live in that well again He'd be free till his day to die.