HOP FROG
Hop-Frog they called him, for he couldn’t walk He jumped and wriggled about. His companion, Trippetta, on the other hand, Was elegant out and out. She and Hop-Frog, kidnapped when young Were together always, forever bound. And if anyone dared to hurt the girl, Hop-Frog attacked them like a hound. This talented pair aided the king In preparing for every ball So on the day of a masquerade, They entered into his hall. This could be seen in his court fool: Very short, and crippled at that: He was ‘a jester to laugh with, And a dwarf to laugh at.’
The king and advisers needed a plan For the ball, almost begun But first they wanted some pain- That is to say, some ‘fun.’ Drink would drive poor Hop-Frog mad So of course the king made him drink But Trippetta begged the evil man To stop and of her friend think.
At midnight, they stormed the ball, in chains And covered in flax and tar (For you see, in this time period, No one knows what orangutans are).
End
Rewritten and illustrated by: Bryn Medley Narrated by: Jerremy Dillin Credits: Hook – Castle – “Ourang-Outang”: personal.uncc.net Wine glass: Background music: Alessa’s Song - Hop-Frog throwing torch - Dead bodies - uk.prweb.com Based on the short story, “Hop Frog,” by Edgar Allen Poe