The Slimy Toad

Silently the slimy toad, Squirmed his way down the shiny road, And to his followers cried, ‘to Babylon where we’ll not be denied Lilly ponds and fields of plenty, tended over by noble Gentry with cash and causes of great intent, shall let us live or lives content’. “Oh Leader! They all did cry, What of our own pond run dry, Shall we never taste lily pads so sweet, which had tickled our toes and soothed our feet. Shall we be forever lost, here on Asphalt With lines embossed. Where gutters are our only source Tis’ a man-made Water Course”. ‘Be brave my tads and newts, The warming Earth is in no dispute, Be we small creature can survive, Using cunning and natures drive, To put right what has been done wrong, By those who reap and have little respect, nor foresight nor intellect. We shall find a place to stay And live to splash around another day’. 'Babylon my friends, it’s here A great white house with trim pruned lawns and all Obviously a place of a man of taste A rose garden and a pond for sure But hell, there is a wall around, We cannot delve deeper into these hallowed grounds So we shall perish, our plans betrayed, As we’ll be crushed by that on-coming Motorcade'.