Along the road I found a frog
who told me his name is Ted.
Now Ted looked scared, I suppose,
cuz i stepped very near his head.
“Watch out!” Ted shouted loud and said
“Didn’t you see me here?”
“fraid not” said I with a sense of dread,
“never seen a frog named Ted anywhere.”
“Well I’m he, you sightless old Mister!” …
Ted said in anger-fied way.
(His face all puffy like a big ol’ blister!)
“What do you have to say?”
“I think you need to walk up here where people can see you.”
But that made Ted mad I think.
Cuz he just hopped away.
Real slow like.
I think it’s hard to make a dramatic exit if you are a frog named Ted.
But then a car rolled by and smashed him.
Too bad. I warned him to walk up where people could see him.
I think Ted might a had a couple of screws loose or sumfin.
We’ll be havin frog legs tonight…
What kind of wine does one serve with stupid-ass Ted legs?