“Here’s an ode here’s an ode to a toad
He has bumpy skin that looks like a gravel road
When he puffs his cheeks out he looks like he’ll explode
Here’s an ode here’s an ode to a toad

Here’s an ode here’s an ode to a toad
A little mound of mud is his humble abode
With his sticky tongue he can catch bugs by the load
Here’s an ode here’s an ode to a toad

Here’s an ode here’s an ode to a toad
Though he’s always wet he never will corrode
Be sure to drive around him if he’s hopping down the road
Here’s an ode here’s an ode to a toad

Here’s an ode here’s an ode to a toad
As a tadpole he lived where the river flowed
His funny tail vanished as his legs were growed
Here’s an ode here’s an ode to a toad”       Jason Ringenberg

I found this little fellow in my backyard last night as I was moving some old boards. At last a subject that moves about the same speed as me. He sat so pretty and posed so nicely – warts and all. Oh that we could do the same.   monos en theos…†…jim