Let’s consider the toad,
Who’s a creature of myth.
He looks much like a frog
Whom he’s close kinfolks with.

He’s accused unjustly
As the source of our warts;
Being used by witches
To make brews of all sorts.

He’s no match for a tire,
Our brown hoppity-toad,
Who oft leaves the outline
Of himself in the road.

Now to pick up a toad’s
Not the smart thing to do.
He drinks water all day
Just to piddle on you!