(Enter the Janitor, hairdresser, and the Mortician)
Hairdresser: (to janitor) It sure has been a hard day dressing hair, honey. A bad case of split-ends can sure make my wrists ache.
Mortician: You think you have problems, I have to sit around a room of enbalming fluid all day long, knowing I can't drink it.
Janitor: Yes I have the same problem with my cleaning solvents.
Hairdresser: Wow, I guess that even through we lead vastly different lives, we share a common bond of having problems at our various professions.
Mortician: True. but none of have problems even close to those of Jerry the Singing Frog.
All three break into song:
Jerry the singin' frog
sits all day on a log,
Contemplating his life,
wishing he had a wife.
Livin' his life in the bog,
yeah he's jerry, Jerry the singin' frog
(Cut to Jerry)
Jerry: Boy what a day dodging the oppressive Jack-boot of capitalism. All I am trying to do is start a commune here in this bog, and find a wife. Oh my God!! Whats that!!?? I hop it not the protective guardians of the american way!
(Enter protective guardian of the american way)
Guard: Jerry the singin' frog, I have been ordered to summarily execute you, for your attempts to usher in a new era of communism in America. Have you singin frogs no shame?
Jerry: Nope.
Guard: Now you will meet your maker you Godless communist! (Pulls out a gun, and shoots Jerry)
(Cut to Mortician)
Mortician: Yessir, I just buried Jerry the singin frog in a commune casket this morning.
End (Finally)