(Verse 1) In the swamps of Cronos, something's in the air, Frogs are hopping around with a new flair. They're turning gay, or so they say, But the New Cronos Cabal won't let it stay. (Chorus) Oh, the frogz, they're drinking green toxic martinis, Sipping away, they're getting all chummy. We gotta figure out why the frogz are turning gay, For Cronos, we'll correct this, no homo, we say! (Verse 2) The scientists, they're puzzled, scratching their heads, Looking at data and charts, they're crunching the spreads. Is it the water, the air, or the Cronos brew? The Cabal's on a mission to make things anew. (Bridge) No blame, no shame, just a quest for the truth, In Cronos, we seek to restore the youth. Of our frogz, so vibrant, in their green domain, We'll find the cause, we'll ease the strain. (Chorus) Oh, the frogz, they're drinking green toxic martinis, Sipping away, they're getting all chummy. We gotta figure out why the frogz are turning gay, For Cronos, we'll correct this, no homo, we say! (Outro) The New Cronos Cabal, we stand tall and proud, For our frogz, we'll shout it out loud. We'll fix this mystery, we'll change the way, But remember, in Cronos, it's all in good play!
