So, this here song has a back story. Ya see, FAWMling @froggymagee wrote a song called "Ray's Attic" (https://fawm.org/songs/325779) where she told the tale of a frog who left her bog "In the distant hills of Appalachia" and traveled to my neck of the woods. Well, long story short, the song told how this frog met her demise in MY ATTIC!

Well, of course, when an event such as this occurs everyone wants to get in a news story about it and...well, lemme not say much more other than my song provides a bit more detail on this tale!

#opossum #possum #oldtime #murder #americana #folk #ballad

Yummy Frog

I was sitting in my attic Botherin' no one when a frog broke in my house and caused me tension

I quickly went to playin' dead Tightly closed my eyes Then that frog started playing banjo Much to my surprise

At first I played along To be a good neighbor you see Then I began to think It was my instacart delivery

Yummy frog It's a big'un Yummy frog Finger lickin' Yummy frog tastes like chickin' Yum yum yum

---doorbell rings---

Ray: Now who could that be?

---door opens---

BogCaster: Welcome to our BogCast, Mysteries from the Bog. I am your host, Corny Leeus Toad, coming to you live from deep in Frogpatch-alachia, yeah Frogpatchalachia. Our special guest today is Ray D. Opossum. Good morning Ray! Can I call you Ray?

Ray: Wait! Who are you? Why are you in my attic? What the hell is goin' on?

BogCaster: Today's broadcast, er BogCast will explore recent horrific events as recounted in a hit song by @froggymagee

Ray: Wait, who? Is that some sort of Irish amphibian? And again, why are you in my house?

BogCaster: Oh Ray, we're here to try and solve the mystery of that fateful night of murder, cannibalism and possible necrophilia...

Ray: What are you talking about? Cannibalism? NECROPHILIA?

BogCaster: Ray, you have been accused of brutally murdering and eating a helpless frog from Bogvania and I'm sure you will deny commiting the crime...

Ray: No, no I did it. I killed and ate the frog. There was no time for necrophilia as I was too busy eating the frog.

BogCaster: Now let's not get ahead of ourselves. Where were you on that fateful night?

Ray: I was right here. Eating that frog.

BogCaster: Or were you?

Ray: Uh yes, yes I was. It was yummy! Didn't you even hear the song when you rang the doorbell?

BogCaster: Oh Ray, if only these sorts of sordid tales were so easy to explain!

Ray: Uh, this one is pretty easy. I ate the frog. Again, yummy!

BogCaster: Well I hope we can get to the bottom of this mystery.

Ray: Um, I started at the top of the frog and worked my way to the bottom. Did I mention it was yummy?

BogCaster: Let's start at the beginning, according to @froggymagee

Ray: again with that Irish amphibian...

BogCaster: the frog traveled from far away Appalachia all the way here to Frogpatch-alachia

Ray: Which makes no sense at all because frogs are not known for traveling such distances.

BogCaster: and upon arriving at your cabin the poor, exhausted frog, seeking only shelter from the storm, entered your cabin's attic

Ray: A clear case of breaking and entering and it wasn't exactly a storm, maybe a light drizzle

BogCaster: What happened next is anyone's guess...

Ray: No, no guessing necessary. I ate the frog. It was delicious. Later that day I pooped out the cutest little bones. Frog bones I assume.

BogCaster: Some say Ray and the frog played a banjo duet.

Ray: Well that sounds more than a little unlikely! How would the frog even hold a banjo and how could it reach the fretboard? I mean, it's hardley believable, barely believable, that an opossum can play the banjo!

BogCaster: But will we ever really know for sure what happened on that fateful night?

Ray: Uh, yes, yes, I ate the frog. It was yummy. Pooped out the bones. They were cute. The end.

BogCaster: I guess no one really knows how this story ended!

Ray: Well, I know how it ended! It was a delicious ending!

BogCaster: Maybe Ray overpowered the menacing frog invader?

Ray: Well obviously! Just a quick examination of the weight differential would show...

BogCaster: Or perhaps Ray D. Opossum and Fay Frog

Ray: Wait, now the frog has a name?

BogCaster: Maybe Ray and Fay got married, settled down and had a family of darling little o'frog-ums!

Ray: Da fuck are you talking about? That's a physical impossibility. Again, check the weight and size differential and the DNA mismatch and...

BogCaster: Some say, when the wind is blowing just right, you can still hear those dueling banjos drifting along on the breeze.

Ray: No one says that!

BogCaster: We may never know what happened on that fateful night.

Ray: No, we do know! I was there! All ya gotta do is ask me

BogCaster: I guess some mysteries are best left unsolved

Ray: There is really no mystery. The frog broke into my attic. I ate the frog. Pooped out the bones. End of story.

BogCaster: Well that's all the time we have left for today. Wait, Ray, what are you doing? Aaaaeeeee!

Ray: And...I ate the toad. BURP! More cute bones coming soon!

Yummy toad It's a big'un Yummy toad Finger lickin' Yummy toad he tastes like chickin' Yum yum yum

(c) copyright 2026 Ray D. Opossum February 18, 2026 https://radiopossum.com/2026-FAWM/RayDOpossum-YummyFrog.mp3