Frog Valentine and Toad Response

Valentine from my Mother in 1973: If you see a frog sittin' in a tree, Pull his tail and think of me. My response: Oh Toad! Though butt of Jest and Ridicule since days of yore reviled; Though favored on a Frenchman's plate and victim of a child; Though hunted by Brazilian bats, devoured in the night, Or dried and sprinkled in the brew to conjure up a blight; And even blamed for warts and such (although the wise know better) when little boys decide it's fun to slip one down a sweater! Despite all this, Poor Toady knows worst yet to come he sees... is lovers climbing through the boughs tugging toadtails in the trees!!!