  Grandfather says the tree-toad, That to our yard has come, Is just a little wee toad No bigger than his thumb! And that his coat's so queer it Can turn from green to blue! Whatever color's near it, Why, that's its color, too! And then Grandfather snickers And says, "Would you suppose He climbs with little stickers On all his little toes? "And don't you wish your toes now Were fixed like his? For, see, Right up the elm he goes now And sticks tight to the tree!" "But then," he says, "O dear me! If all the little boys Could screech as loud, I fear me There'd be a dreadful noise!" |
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