The Bread Loaf Quartet II (The Tomboy)

Early one morning, walking on the road
A little tomboy with her warty toad
Whacking at the grass just off to the side
With a long stick she had found qualified

Her toad hopped behind catching all the bugs
That came from the grass except for the slugs
The slugs were too mean, they could paralyze
Toad was quite happy with only the flies

They turned a sharp bend in the road ahead
Wrinkling her nose as she smelled something dead
Her toad made a croak clearly in distress
There sat a bread loaf trying to impress

Bread is disgusting! Said the girl to the toad
Then kicked the offending loaf far away off the road














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Penned by my hand on the 17th of Phaestian, in the year 814 AF.