ARISTOPHANES' FROGS
23
Co-äx, co-äx, co-äx,
Brekekekex coax!
Dionysus.
Peace, musical sisters!
I'm covered with blisters.
Frogs.
Brekekekex co-äx.
Co-äx, co-äx, co-äx,
Brekekekex co-äx!
Our song we can double
Without the least trouble:
Brekekekex co-äx.
Sing we now, if ever hopping
Through the sedge and flowering rushes;
In and out the sunshine flopping,
We have sported, rising, dropping,
With our song that nothing hushes.
Sing, if e'er in days of storm
Safe our native oozes bore us,
Staved the rain off, kept us warm,
Till we set our dance in form,
Raised our hubble-bubbling chorus:
Brekekekex co-äx, co-äx!
Dionysus.
Brekekekex co-äx, co-äx!
I can sing it as loud as you.
Frogs.
Sisters, that he never must do!
