A popular song from 1916.
Words by Arthur Fields.
Music by Walter Donovan.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
A little green frog, sitting on a log
Making love to the harvest moon
when along came a bull-frog
A-crooning a pretty little love song
Moon soon hid behind a cloud
While he watched the lovers gay
It wasn’t very long, when a voice so strong
Started in to croon this way
CHORUS
Gila, Galah, Galoo, Galee
Gila, Galah, Galoo
Won’t you come and cuddle up to me?
Gila, Galah, Galoo, Galee
Gila, Galah, Galoo
What a happy little frog I’ll be
On my log there’s plenty of room
Come to me and you will see
How well I can spoon
You’re wasting time making love to the moon
(Now is the time to spoon)
(Now is the time to spoon)
Gila, Galah, Galoo, Galee
Gila, Galah, Galoo
I know you understand
Gila, Galah, Galoo means
We’ll go on a honeymoon so grand
And in a little while
We’ll have a pollywog
And when he grows to be a frog
We’ll find another log
Won’t you Gila, Galah, Galoo, Galee
Gila, Galah, Galoo with me?
2. The moon came out and looked about
And what do you think occurred?
He gazed on the lovers
And heard them a singing pretty love songs
Jealous, no, he wasn’t
So he hid in a great big oak
He watched them for a while
But he had to smile
When he heard the bull-frog croak