An Amphibious Thought

There once was a frog Who sat on a log And had an amphibious thought If you crossed some newts With salamands cute Exactly then, what have you got? But when he asked Newt, Newt got rather cross, Said why would you want to do that? When he asked the ‘mander He got up his dander They got in a similar spat So he hit the road And found him a toad O Lawd, she had glorious thighs! Since it got him naught He banished his thought Now they share his log, eating flies