WEIRD...I KNOW...But when you live in the south, you see lots of frogs and lots of toads.
Big toads, little toads...tree frogs, water frogs....the list goes on.
Inevitably, you see a lot of DEAD frogs too...many the victim of crossing a street.
So, my creation for this week's challenge is this little ditty:
Was crossing the road
A crown upon his head
One little slip, one little trip
And he knew he would be dead...
While crossing the road
Tried to catch a bug
With a frown, he landed down
And turned into a toad skin rug!
Poor, poor Barnaby...we see a lot of them after the rain...