There's an ugly old toad in the sugar-cane crop,

it  poisons the lizards and snakes,

He is seen on the road

where we hear him explode

with the popping commotion it makes.

The kangaroos hop so afraid they might stop

and be faced with the gloat 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 for evermore.

You may say it was dumb,

 that we forced him to come,

we should never have gone down that road,

and the worst toad I fear,

is the one with me here

on my bed sits one monstrous toad!

It awoke me just now,

with its feet on my brow

it's a certianty... at ME ...he'll spit ,

and I tell not a lie ,

if I budge I may die ,

so in terror I'm trapped

UNDER IT  !