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Ode To A Toad This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

By Anne-Marie W., Brooklyn, NY

   I was out one day for my usual jog,

(I go kinda easy, rarely full-hog)

When I happened to see, right there on the road

The squishy remains of a little green toad.

I thought to myself, where is his home?

Down yonder green valley, how far did he roam?

From out on the pond I heard sorrowful croaks,

Could that be the wailing of some of his folks?

I felt for the toad and his pitiful state,

But the day was now fading, and such was his fate.

In the grand scheme of things, now I confess,

What's one little froggie, more or less?

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5 comment(s)
I really feel bad for the li'l toad. Even though on it was on the road
Feb. 23, 2017 at 3:06 PM • Report
Very cute!
Jul. 10, 2016 at 7:05 PM • Report
I like the old fashioned style of writing. Cute poem. Food for thought.
May. 04, 2014 at 8:40 PM • Report
I'm not the writer of this poem, but I can tell you that it wasn't plagerized because if it was it wouldn't be allowed on the website. 
Mar. 10, 2013 at 9:37 PM • Report
Are you jealous or something?
Mar. 10, 2013 at 9:41 PM • Report