Little Toad

little toad, little toad –
where are you?
you’re croaking
on your bed of steps;
singing a lullaby
to night to lull it to sleep.

little toad, little toad –
you must be tired
from singing so long,
the world to sleep;
but you continue on,
relieving us from stress.

little toad, little toad –
your calls can be heard
from miles and miles away,
but i hear you
croaking us a song
on the steps of my home.

little toad, little toad.