The Toad


As I went walking down the road,
I stepped apon a big, fat toad.
He went"kersplat" beneath my feet.
My heart began to pound and beat.
I didn't know just what to do;
so I looked down beneath my shoe.
To my surprise he leaped and fled.
I yelled,"Yahoo! He isn't dead!".

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