My wife ran off with a toad today
He is ancient and ugly and kind of gray
I cannot imagine their roll in the hay
Croak croak troak troak moak moak may
She took my son and my daughter too
Her leaving made me rather angry, all kinds of blue
She said they were going to Chicago to stay
Croak croak troak troak moak moak may
I was irritated for several minutes today
Then I remembered her good-looking cousin, Kay.
I called her up, and we made a date right away.
Croak croak troak troak moak moak may
Wish me luck, for she is sexy with sashay
I want to make a terrific impression on Kay
I am taking her daisies I stole from the fey
Croak croak troak troak moak moak may
Ah, I am at her door, it is the break of day.
Our date was fantastic – merry and gay
I hope the wife and kids never come back to play
Croak croak troak troak moak moak may
Smoggy, foggy, damp and cloggy,
cloyingly moist, feeling soggy,
lost in a shroud of stratus cloud
muffling the voices of the crowd.
Whirling, swirling, wraith-like curling,
absorbing the light, as dark unfurling
it reflects the moak, thick as smoke
all life hidden in its nebulous cloak.
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