Keep callin’ Mr. Deridens

T’was the night before Tena and the sky was dark,
Down in the shadows Chris and Andy had a moral dilemma.
Close by, there called a frog sat upon high tucked in a log.

His call sent a chill and a bit of a thrill,

But to climb such a tree, a lesser man it would kill.

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One day true love will come,

For you and for me and the frog in that tree.

Then we will see how happy we’ll be.

Keep callin my froggy friend, never give up right till the end.

Using a ladder wrought from finest steel,

Chris and Andy were hot on his heels.

A saw made of gold, a twinkle in the black.

Chris soon had a hold, for the crowd to behold,

And up went a cheer as away crept the fear.

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Andy smiled like an enlightened child,

All became clear as he whispered in Chris’ ear.

‘It’s deridens, but my worry is that, he has no friends’.

‘He calls on his own, on an Island of stone, cold and alone’.

Chris released him at once and sang to the crowd,

‘Have faith and pray for a brighter, better day, all of this heartache will soon go away.’

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Whena Tena was done, along with the fun,

Chris and Andy sat having a chat.

Whilst in the tree, grew strong the sound of the sadness they had previously found.

When all at once, a female did pounce,

On the Comedor table, healthy and able.

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She was caught at once and helped on her way,

As the crowd left, in the tree she did stay, till the break of day.

From the Comedor close by there came the hum,

Of true love and some freaky froggy fun.

Chris smiled at Andy as he lay in his bed, both fuzzy inside at the work they had done.

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An Ecuadorian ballad written and performed by Rio Napo artists Andrew Whitworth and Christopher Beirne.

Keep callin’ Mr. Deridens