Frogman's Frying Pan

I ran into a man boutta half past ten
In the middle of the night at a river bend,
Only thing there been that he didn't stand quite so tall,

I said "Good evening," and "how you do?"
All he did was croak and pathetically rue
Over bugs not jumping on into his frying pan,

I gave myself a fright and forgot how to stand,
I hardly even noticed he was holding his pan,
Frogman, is right before my eyes.

Frogman, frogman of Loveland, Ohio,
How far can your amphibious tongue go?

Frogman, frogman, are you cryptid or kin?
Are you cursed to hunt just like a human?

Frogman, frogman, won't you please tell me?
Cause it'd be quite rude to ask about your anatomy.