It was a cool summer evening just after the rain
A toad was out walking – she calls herself Jane.
Hopping and jumping and humming a tune
In her head she was thinking “now, where is the moon”?
The clouds had rolled in, they had covered the stars,
She couldn’t see Jupiter. Or Venus. Or Mars.
It was too dark to see, she may have been lost
To the pond she must get, whatever the cost.
As she stumbled along, her mind full of beaus
She leapt startled, something cold brushed her toes!
“Oh my! What was that?” and thinking the worst
She turned and she stared, her heart fit to burst.
“I’m too young to die! Oh please leave me be”
But as her eyes focused in the dark she could see
Two eyes stuck on stalks were staring right back.
T’was a small slimy snail – he calls himself Jack.
“Oh Jack I was startled! I got such a fright!
You shouldn’t sneak up on such a dark night!”
Jack’s feelings were hurt and he started to cry
“I’m just a small snail. I wouldn’t hurt a fly”.
Now Jane’s not a bully. She can be quite kind
She patted Jack’s back and said “never mind.
But I’ve a party to go to and I can’t be late
I don’t want to miss my important date”.
“It’s Saturday night, all the toads will be there.
That minx they call Sally, no she wouldn’t care
About stealing my Tom if I didn’t arrive
I’m already quite late – it started at five!”
And Jack, he said nothing, no not even one sound
He just slithered aside so Jane could jump round.
He never says much, he has not much to say
In a quietly, gentlemanly, snaily way.
Jane skipped around, she went off with a dash
“Later Jack!” she shouted. He thought her quite brash.
I think that she made it – she met up with Tom
‘Cause there by the pond I hear a toad love song.