My mind is a box of frogs
They leap, and dance, and sing
They chat, they laugh, they fight.
I do like frogs, they’re tiny little creatures,
But not inside my head,
Not making all this noise.
It’s like a song going on on repeat until you hate it
It’s like a never ending circus melody,
It’s fun and games until it’s anger and venom
It’s fun and games until it’s sweat and fear
It’s oh, so nice when it begins,
When the frogs are still friends with each other,
When the crocodiles are still away,
When the water in the pond is still clear,
But no matter how good is the party,
The pond will get too small, the frogs too loud,
And the crocodiles will come.