he sits sunk deep in mud;
yellow eyes lowered to slits
waiting for a wandering bug.
Lumpy- bumpy gray body
fat, and swollen with his greed;
slimy tongue sliding across thin lips
and always, always the need to feed.
He was not always thus,
this evil toad, who lives lonely in the muck,
till he lied so much that others hopped
away from his worsening luck.
No other creature would venture close,
this toad so mean and foul,
till one day when waiting for a unwary victim
he was swallowed by a passing owl.
Tonight's song dedication:
Long Black Train- Josh Turner
-or-
Froggy went a'courting
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