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Sad Tad

Way down yonder, beyond the barn, In that soggy, muddy old bog, In a small and crowded, murky pool, Lived gloomy Tad, the pollywog. One of the things that made young Tad Resentful and unhappy, Was the very simple fact that he Looked nothing like his pappy. And, you know, he also didn't look A great deal like his mamma. What this pollywog resembled most Was a chubby, little comma. And the safest place--to say the least-- Was not that shrinking pool, Where one well might be ingested By some poor misguided fool. Then one day Tad got so fed up With his principal place of abode, That he grew some legs, left the pond, And became a happy toad.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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