Soon a child was born to the two A cross ’twixt a frog and a lizard Something seemed to have missed a cue A monstroxisty born in a blizzard.

Warty & brown and ugly to see Didn’t swim or crawl on land (A perfect picture of a toad to me) But disapointing to a mothers hand.

So that is the story of how we grew Ugly and gruesome to touch, And the rest, because a toad was new, Never came to like us much.

The day, the while, was growing late And i hurried toward my home Thinking of that long ago date when that frong ceased to roam.