Elegy to a toad

By Viggo Rasmussen

Oh Toad! poor Toad!

That lies on this cold And unfriendly road, Who has ripped the life from you?

If God above has so willed That you live and play, Why are you still, At this time of the day?

Tell me dear friend, The cause of this stain, That your heart and guts, On the road have made.

Who could have done, Such a thing to you?

Who in his pride, Dares destroy your life?

Why, you always croaked, Whenever it rains, Waking me up, To watch you play.

Oh! How I wish I could understand, Those sounds you make, So that I’ll say, “Hello”

Whenever you croak.

But alas! we’re separated, Evolved to different states, Never to understand, Never to communicate.

Poor Toad! innocent Toad, Without relatives or friends, How, you have missed the world, And gained a friend.

Goodbye! dear friend, Til always remember your croaks, For you have touched my heart, Even to my very soul.