Sing it, folks.
Four little speckled frogs, sittin’ on a speckled log,
eating a most delicious fly, yey ye ye ye ye ye,
One jumped into the pool, where it was nice and cool,
Then there were four speckled frogs.
Yeah. Saw my niece over Thanksgiving.
What ever happened to dogs named Bingo?

Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.