is dressed all in brown,From his toe to his crown,Save his vest, that is silvery white.He takes a long nap in the heat of the dayAnd walks in the cool, dewy night. Yaup, yaup, says the frog,From his home in the bog; But the toad, he says never aword.He tries to be good,Like the children, who… … THE HONEST OLD TOAD. He changes his dress Only once, I confess,Every spring, and his old, worn-out coatWith trowsers and waistcoat, he rolls in a ball, And stuffs the whole thing down his throat. K-rruk, k-rruk, says the frog, From his home in the bog;But the toad, he says never a word. He tries to…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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