I am an honest toad,
Living here by the road;
Beneath a stone I dwell,
In a snug little cell.
When the rain patters down,
I let it wet my crown;
And now and then I sip
A drop with my lip.
And now a catch a fly,
And now I wink my eye,
And now I take a hop,
And now and then I stop.
And this is all I do,
And yet they sat it's true
That the toad's face is sad,
And his bite is very bad.
Oh! naughty folks they be
Who tell such tales of me!
For I'm an honest toad
Just living by the road,
Hip, hip, hop.