There was a house at the end of the road
It smelled like ash and honey in the hot sun
And there on the steps always sat a small toad
The toad was calm when you approach it doesn't run
The toad had a little toadstool just off of the step
When it was tired that's where it slept
The small toad even had a puddle to sit in
It always looked relaxed i wished i was the toad
Instead of working and running to school
I could be a small toad sitting on a toadstool
It became dark and I left to go home
I can't wait tomorrow to see the small toad
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