Whatever made the toad hop?
He wasn’t tickled or spun like a top
Why did he make such long strides
When nothing threatened his toad-hides?
Maybe he sang to annoy me
I shouted as loud as I could: Stop, let it be!
But no, he did not stop his infamous noise
Well, that was his own choice
A singing and quacking toad is at danger
The stork wants his lunch without anger
He grabbed Mr. Toad to swallow him in one gulp!
Poor Mr. Toad cried out but nobody stopped the stork
Down he went in the throat of the stork
Even down into his stomach, singing all along
Poor, poor Toad bore no vengence or regrets
He just sang and danced as down he went
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