Frog on my toe de Tori Amos

Papa i know
there's a frog on my toe
maybe i'll call him jethro
maybe i'll grow up to be wise, as good as he
and maybe i'll come back after you're long gone
Papa i'm sure
the worms have eaten you now
and jethro's been on some frenchy's plate long ago
now i'm pretty sure that i listen to every word
'cause i still hear you telling me still
Slap them boys when they're naughty
make them crawl, make you haughty
make you strong, little girl
you paint them toes the reddest color
and you know one day
you're gonna be bigger than a flea
you're gonna be bigger than that old poison ivy tree
Now i'm pretty sure
that i think you'd come and visit
and talk sometimes kinda like gidget
a funny little chance like an indian brave
you said, "we all grew fat when the white man came"
but one day, girl, you're gonna learn to make 'em crawl
make 'em grow tall
but have the grace
to be a lady with disgrace
and you fry them taters
and you make them with lady's hands
and know you're my pappy's baby