TREE TOADS DUET 



The Music of the Marsh 



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AT OliOUKKK! Pat OKouike! Pat 

 O'Rourke!" rolls Father bullfrog's basso 

 jjrofuudo. 



"Got drunk! Cxot drunk! Got drunk!" echoes 

 JNlother Bullfrog's contralto, responsive. 



"Keel 'ini! Keel 'ini! Keel 'im!" pipes the 

 Youngster's shrill treble. 



Thus the frogs sing the opening cliorus. 

 Through earth's long winter sleep the marsh lies 

 the barest and dreariest of places. ^Vith the first The 

 black frost all its tender, succulent water plants P''^'"<1^ 

 and vines drooj) their graceful heads and become 

 masses of decaying vegetation. Stripped of June's 

 riot of foliage ajul bloom, the bushes stand bare 

 and scraggy. The trees reach heavenward stark 

 branches, like bony fingers, as if imploring the 

 powers of nature to come quickly and reclothe 



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