TREE TOADS DUET 



The Music of the Marsh 



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AT O'ROURKK! Pat OKouike! Pat 

 O'Rourke!" rolls Father Bullfrog's basso 

 profuiulo. 



"Got (Iniuk! Cxot drunk! (iot drunk!" echoes 

 Mother Bullfrog's contralto, responsive. 



"Keel 'ini! Keel 'ini! Keel 'iin!" pi])es tlie 

 youngster's shrill treble. 



Thus the frogs sing the opening chorus. 

 Through earth's long winter sleep the marsh lies 

 the l)arest and dreariest of places. >Vith the first The 

 black frost all its tender, succulent water plants 'f'''*^'"'''^ 

 and vines droop their graceful heads and becojue 

 masses of decaying vegetation. Stripj^ed of June's 

 ]-iot of foliage and bloom, the bushes stand bare 

 and scraggy. The trees reach heavenward stark 

 liranches, like bony fingers, as if imploring the 

 ])owers of nature to come quickly and reclothc 



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