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The Tired Toad

There once was a toad,
Who was hoppin' around,
His feet were so tired;
No rest could be found.

He hopped in the water,
And hopped in the mud,
His name was Confucius,
But I called him Bud.

Along came his cousin,
A green-coloured frog,
Who told him of wonderful
things they call Clogs.

Now Bud is not hoppin',
He's clogging around,
With feet that are happy
wherever they're bound.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul