There are many sad things, Like a child drowning in a vat of molasses, (How would a child end up in a vat of molasses?...) Or if you were to lose the phone number of someone you find intriguing, (I'm sure it's in the laundry...) Or a phone that keeps ringing and ringing and ringing and no one will Answer, (?...) Sad like a zero on the LED display of your answering machine, (Saaad... That's a very melancholy numeral.) Sad like a photograph of your grandfather at the age of twenty-seven, But I believe, and I believe strongly, (He's trying to make a point here...) There is nothing sadder than A frog plucking a banjo. (Frooogg...) That's about as sad as you can be, A frog plucking a banjo. Let us contemplate the sadness, (?...) Of a banjo playing frog, Let us examine the sadness, It's extremely sad, (When the banjo is plucked by the frog...) Frog playing a banjo. (Frog plucking a banjo...) Is the frog aware that he is sad? (I believe that he is aware...) Well, I'm not so sure you're correct about that. (Why is that?) I really--don't--think a frog that plays a banjo is quite so self-aware. (I beliiieeevvee...) Is there anything quite so sad? (A froooggg playing a banjo...)