Toad, My Eastern American Toad
Playing Frisbee in the trailerhood
there's an Eastern American toad!
Bye bye little blue dragonflies
my toad needs energy to climb the trees
and climb to the very tip top of the couch
and jump off like a superhero toad
climb to the very top of the tree, my Toad
catch the flying Frisbee
and catch another toad
why don't you jump on our heads, my toad?
Winter is coming, we're running out of food
dig a hole under the treetrunk
and hibernate and dream
Oh, spring is here, my toad
Oh, which toad are you, my Toad?
You don't look like my toad
Oh, but I love you too
I love you all
my sweet Eastern American Toads.
Hide in my pocket, no one will see you
float in the sink and play peek-a-boo
just don't hide under the couch
a cute toad like you needs to stick around
Oh, my sweet toad what are you thinking about?
Climbing to the top of the world, my Toad?
And jumping off?
I'll catch you in my pocket
my sweet Eastern American Toad.
Oh, I love the look on your face
and I love holding you in my hand like a toad;
an Eastern American Toad.
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