Tale of the Emerald Frog

Silly Boy says:
once upon a time there was a frog
Silly Boy says:
who had a pelt of emerald green
Silly Boy says:
he lived in his favorite bog
Silly Boy says:
and sang in the local jazz sceene
Crazyindianjoe - tell me a story says:
a frog you say, a frog with a pelt, living in a bog
Crazyindianjoe - tell me a story says:
a singing frog with a pelt living in a bog
Silly Boy says:
an EMERALD pelt...
Crazyindianjoe - tell me a story says:
it was made of emeralds?
Silly Boy says:
uh... sure
Crazyindianjoe - tell me a story says:
did this frog win the emerald pelt singing jazz?
Silly Boy says:
no, he was a lucky bugger and born with it
Crazyindianjoe - tell me a story says:
wow, it must be a pretty small pelt if he had it inside his egg
Silly Boy says:
it grew out ... they are CRYSTAL emeralds ... yeah, and they grew as he grew from a tadpol...
Crazyindianjoe - tell me a story says:
that's a pretty cool pelt
where might I find one like that?
Silly Boy says:
are you a frog?
Crazyindianjoe - tell me a story says:
I'm a turtle, does that count?
Silly Boy says:
nope, tough luck buddy
Crazyindianjoe - tell me a story says:
damn
Silly Boy says:
join the club. I'm a fox, so I haven't a chance either
Crazyindianjoe - tell me a story says:
oh well, I guess we'll have to get along without somehow
Silly Boy says:
indeed
Silly Boy says:
although it's a crying shame
Crazyindianjoe - tell me a story says:
Oh I agree, a crying shame
Silly Boy says:
a shame for crying ... and so-forth