The Toad cries: ‘First I was a thought.
Then that thought it grew a wart.
And the wart had thoughts
Which turned to warts.
I tried to flee
This warty wart
With froggy jumps
But the wart got mumps.
Now this is me.
This lump of bumps
I have to be.
My consolation prize
Is ten-candlepower eyes.
But where are all the flies?
Eaten by those damned bats!’
His eyes pull down their hats.
