What a wonderful bird the frog are

What a wonderful bird the frog are
When he stand he sit (almost);
When he hop he fly (almost).

He ain’t got no sense hardly;
He ain’t got no tail hardly either.
When he sit, he sit on what he ain’t got (almost).

This poem, according to Wikipedia, is attributed as a being a folk poem that has been recited or chanted.  Our son Bob used to read it to us out of the Oxford Book of Humorous Verse, a handy book he got from my sister on his birthday in, like, 1986, when we camped on Edith Creek on the drive back from Alaska.  Bob’s birthday is June 29.