There once was a little Toad
Who sat on a forest Road
When he saw three angry Thieves
He hopped swiftly in the Leaves
He hopped very far Away
He hid so low as he Pray
Down deep under the tall Grass
In Hopes the three thieves will Pass
When the day now turned to Night
The Toad hid still full of Freight
Until night became the Day
The three thieves have gone Away
There once was a little Toad
Who sat on a forest Road
Who stays alert all day Long
Watching for those who do Wrong
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