Amphibious Recollections

Non manibus potentis ranae arboris cadere cupio.
I don't want to fall at the hands of the mighty Tree Frog.

She was a prehistoric woman
She had bones all in her hair
She drove a car with her feet
And to be complete
She had tiger-skin underwear
She had a little girl named Pebbles
She had an old man named Fred
She was friends with the Rubbles
Had family troubles
And now she cold wound up dead

I
I killed
I killed Wilma Flintstone
Can you survive?

When you're out there
Running through the forest?

I don't want to fall at the hands of the mighty Tree Frog
I don't want to fall at the hands of the mighty Tree Frog
I don't want to fall at the hands of the mighty Tree Frog
I don't want to fall at the hands of the mighty Tree Frog

In the forest, the mighty forest,
The Tree Frog kills tonight
In the forest, the deep, deep forest
The Tree Frog kills tonight