Our Mr. Toad

OUR Mr. Toad
Has a nice abode
Under the first front step.
When it rains he’s cool
In a secret pool Where the water goes
drip
drop
drep.

Our Mr. Toad
Will avoid the road:
He’s a privat e-cellar man.
And it’s not much fun
In the broiling sun
When you have a good
ten
tone
tan.

Our Mr. Toad
Has a kind of code
That tells him the coast is clear.
Then away he’ll hop
With a stop, stop, stop
When the dusk draws
nigh
no
near.