Dad brought out a broom and dust pan, and we all escorted it out into the street. I couldn't quite resist, and I just had to take a couple of shots. My sister provided lighting via a flashlight.
Somehow, the Michigan Rag came to mind. What? You don't know the Michigan Rag? Of course you do.
Hello, my baby / hello, my honey / hello, my ragtime gal. / Send me a kiss by wire / baby, my hearts on fire / if you refuse me / honey, you'll lose me / then you'll be left alone / Oh baby, telephone and tell me I'm your own.
See? Now you remember.
So anyway, the frog was out on the street and my sister and I were heading back to our yard. The silly frog starts heading back to the house as well! We tried scaring it back to the other side of the street...
...and a passing car ran over it.
In the distance, I could hear the refrain:
Everybody do the Michigan Rag / everybody likes the Michigan Rag / every Mame and Jane and Ruth / from Weehawken to Duluth / slide, ride, glide the Michigan / stomp, romp, pomp the Michigan / jump, clump, pump the Michigan Rag / that lovin' rag