Papa, I know There's a frog on my toe Maybe I'll call him Jethro Maybe I'll grow up to be quite as good as he And maybe you'll come back after you're long gone And papa I'm sure The worms have eaten you now And Jethro's been on some Frenchy's plate long ago And now I'm pretty sure That I listen to every word 'Cause I still hear you telling me still Slap them boys when they're naughty Make 'em crawl, make you haughty Make a strong little girl You paint them toes the reddish colour And you know one day You're going to be bigger than a flea You're going to be bigger than that old Poison ivy tree Now I'm pretty sure That I think you come and visit And talk sometimes kind of like Gidget And in funny little chants like an Indian Brave You said we all grew fat when the old white man came But one day girl you're going to learn to make them crawl Make them grow tall but have the grace To be a lady with disgrace And you fry them taters And you make them with lady's hands And I know you're my pappy's baby