The Toad and His Lady

The Toad and His Lady

Eileen L. Ziesler

(with apologies to Edward Lear)

The toad and his lady hopped into town

To the beautiful rocky Toad House.

They took some flour and starter quite sour

For the breads they would espouse.

The toad looked up to the tower above

And croaked to his dear lady love

“O lovely Toad! O Toady my love,

What a bufo old toad you are,

You are,

You are!

What a bufo old Toad you are.”

The lady looked down from her bower with love

And said to her toad just below,

"Let us make merry! Too long we have tarried

We must gather fine art–like Van Gogh."

They emailed and blogged for a year and a day,

All the fine artists they knew.

All the talents of Rusk and the talents in RAAA

The list it just grew,

And grew,

And grew!

The list it just grew and grew.

Many did come with their beautiful art

Fit for a king to see

And spirits of artists who once lived here

(Also most certainly agree)

The lovely and beautiful rocky Toad House

Is a wondrous abode to see,

To see,

To see!

Is a wondrous abode to see!

They dined on quince–Lady Toad and her prince

And a latte the lady did make.

They dined on raspberries and lovely blueberries

To garnish their own special cake.

And under the fronds at the edge of the pond

They hopped in the light of the moon,

The moon,

The moon!

They hopped in the light of the moon.