Falling in love was Your Feet's Too Big
Say, up in Harlem,
At a table for two,
There were four of us,
Me, your big feet and you!
From your ankles up, I say you sure are sweet,
From there down, there's just too much feet!
I don't know if that's in reference to me or the prosective partners, but I can see it either way.

Fight Song was Home on the Range
Breaking up: Waiting at the Church, sung by Kermit and Piggy