There's an ugly old toad in the sugar-cane crop,
he poisons the lizards and snakes,
He is seen on the road
where we hear him explode
with the eerie commotion he makes.
The kangaroos hop so afraid they might stop
and be faced with the spit of the toad,
for more scary are none
than that wart covered one
who lives where the sugar-cane's sowed.
He came not from here,
but be kind to him dear,
for he never wanted to come,
he was forced in a sack
and can never get back,
nor ever forgive what we've done.
So he'll spit and he'll cuss
for he hates all of us
and his children grow billions in score.
and they eat all our frogs
and spit at our dogs
and will ruin us ever more.
You may say it was dumb,
that we forced him to come,
we should never have gone down that road
and the worst one I fear,
is the one with me here
on my bed sits the monstrous toad!
He awoke me just now,
with his feet on my brow
it's a certianty
... at ME ...he'll spit ,
for I tell not a lie ,
if he sees me I'll die ,
and in terror I'm trapped ...under... 'IT' !!
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