Toad

With skin of sand,
Who hops on land,
And legs of spring,
A guttural sing,
And feet of web,
A hide to shed,
Below a rock,
You hear him talk,
About weather, or spring,
Or most anything!
When the rain will soak,
Hear his happy croak,
His tongue can steal,
A low flying meal,
Then he will sit...
Watch some TV...
Read the paper...
Play some cards...
Or simply unload,
Being a happy toad!

A poem commissioned by my soon to be ten year old Benjamin Thomson...this is for you.