Far Be It For Me...

Far be it for me to call a frog a toad.
The way I see it, the difference between the two is small.
Shades of green, and a wart for a spot, don’t make much difference to me.
Both of them go hippity hop.
And they both got a penchant for eatin’ bugs
But far be it for me to call a frog a toad.
I say, you show any ole’ frog to any ole' misses ‘round here
And she’ll say you done brought her a toad.
Shades of green, and a wart for a spot, don’t make much difference to her.
You go and show a child a warty ole’ toad
And he’ll take one look at that hippity hop step, and name it a frog.
But far be it for me to call a frog a toad.
I can hear ‘em both burpin’ in the night
And my grandkids be chasin’ them both out the grass.
No shade of green, or warts for spots, make no difference to ‘em.
No, no, the way I see it, a frog and a toad is enough the same.
I can’t see no use in makin’ a fuss.
But far be it for me to call a frog a toad.
But no shade of green, and no warts for spots, make much difference to an old fool like me.