Toad You So
Last night we saw a frog just sitting
Right there in the road.
At least we thought it was a frog;
It might have been a toad.
No matter what, it didn’t move,
Not even when we stopped,
The flashlight shining on its face;
I thought it would have hopped.
This morning, though, while walking,
We saw several frogs, all squished,
Or maybe they were toads and died
Because they were farmisht!*
*Yiddish for mixed-up, confused or crazy
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2022
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