Frog Riders

Green and spotted
Frogs, frogs
Jump merrily through bog
Carry dwarves on their
Slippery
Backs, backs

Rush fast
Chop off
Toes with their axes
Frog riders

Between bushes
Through secret paths ride
Frog riders
Bloodred berries they eat,
Swamp water they drink
Frog riders

Feet entangled in roots
Lonely traveler falls
The last thing he feels
Are wet pads on his body
And his head is cut off