In my pond I don't take no poop
Iv'e got very little time on this earth
I get a little of this,a little of that, and thats the scoop
I've got to love this time between my death and birth
So in my pond i'll live, in my pond i'll die
suppose if I was granted just one wish It would be a delicious fly
This is my only space
My oh so lonely place
Im just a toad so I'm told
Now this Ode has grown old
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